"Billy and I had about settled on a hundred and fifty a week."
"A hundred and fifty for whom?"
"Why, for Billy."
"Let us make it a hundred and fifty for myself, and ten per cent for Billy as my agent."
"Say, this blob's real smart, isn't he, Billy?"
"Too smart."
"Yes, sir, George Albert, you're one smart blob. What kind of contract have you signed with Billy here?"
"No contract."
"Just a gentlemen's agreement?"
"No agreement."