“Two thousand.”
“No.”
“What yeh mean by ‘No’?”
“What I say to you, that I have not two thousand.”
“You lying greaser–––”
“I do not lie. I have paid my people and there remains but six hundred dollars in my bank.”
“When do we get the rest?” asked Sondheim, as Puma tossed the packet of bills onto the desk.
“When I make it,” replied Puma tranquilly. “You will understand my receipts are my capital at present. What else I have is engaged already in my new theatre. If you will be patient you shall have what I can spare.”
Bromberg rested both hairy fists on the desk and glared down at Puma.
“Who’s this new guy you got to go in with you? What’s the matter with our getting a jag of his coin?”