“Then,” remarked Jim, looking: frankly at Puma, “that definitely lets us out.” And, to Skidder: “Many thanks for permitting us to interrupt your breakfast. No need to bother you again, Mr. Skidder.” And he offered his hand in smiling finality.
“Look here,” said Skidder, “the property is worth all I ask.”
“If it’s worth that to you,” said Jim pleasantly, “you should keep it.” And he turned away toward the door, wondering why Puma did not follow.
“Are you two gentlemen in a rush?” demanded Skidder.
“I have other business, of course,” said Jim.
“Sit down. Hell! Will you have a drink?”
When they were again seated, Skidder squinted sideways at Angelo Puma.
“Want a partner?” he inquired.
“Please?” replied Puma, as though mystified.