"Nothin'," grinned Quirk.
Donovan's broad palm banged the table at which he sat.
"Then good-night," said he.
Quirk was undisturbed.
"Could you do the trick?" he inquired.
"You mean if it was worth my while?"
"I mean what I say: could you do it?"
"Could I do it? Of course, I could. It'd be like takin' pennies from a blind man."
"Then," said Quirk, rattling some coins in a pocket beneath his round abdomen, "I guess you'd better get busy."
Donovan's eyes narrowed.