They exchanged a wary handshake; then, one after another, they leaned back in their seats with the air of honest men who had done their day’s work.
Curfoot blinked at Brandes, at his excessively groomed person, at his rings.
“You look prosperous, Eddie.”
“It’s his business to,” remarked Stull.
Brandes yawned:
“It would be a raw deal if there’s a war over here,” he said listlessly.
“Ah,” said Curfoot, “there won’t be none.”
“Why?”
“The Jews and bankers won’t let these kinks mix it.”
“That’s right, too,” nodded Brandes.