"Yes," he said.
"All right. Now you'll need me an' I'll lend a hand, but I've got to know first off if I'm not goin' to be interfered with."
"You had better see O'Malley about that."
"No, I hadn't. You went to see him first; go to him again."
"I——" Dyker twirled a pencil between his white fingers. "I shan't be sorry if I do?"
"You will not."
"I may count on that, may I?"
Rose squared herself in her chair.
"Got a talkin'-machine around here?" she inquired.
"Why, no."