“Don’t worry. I pay his salary. I pay hers, too. If you want Frank——”
“No, I don’t. I wouldn’t do such a thing——”
“Puff! She’d do it to you. Didn’t she put you out of her company!”
“She was right. It was perfectly understood by me——”
“Say, sweetness, don’t you let anybody put that over. Betsy couldn’t stand your competition and she canned you. Now you can get back.”
“Thank you, Mr. Smull, but I couldn’t.... Not that I—I care for Mr. Creevy very much——”
“Bing! He’s out! Who do you want?” He hunched his chair closer: “And say, sweetness, are you getting enough per?”
“What?”
“Are you satisfied with your contract?”
“Yes.”