“That depends on you. However, if you really want time, you can have it. I suppose you boys vote the stock?”
All three nodded.
“Well, you vote for our men, and I'll sign an agreement to pay cash at par after the meeting.”
“Why not now?”
“I wouldn't have any hold on you. Anyhow, I won't pay till I get the stock, and you seem to want time.”
Blaney glanced at the other two. They were watching McNally closely, and Williams was fumbling his watch chain. Blaney's eyes met McNally's.
“What'll you do for us?” he asked. “It'll take careful work.”
For answer McNally rose and went to the bed, where his bag lay open. He rummaged a moment, then returned with a pack of cards.
“Forgot my chips,” he said, seating himself. “Close up, boys.”
He dealt the cards with deft hands. Blaney started to take his up, then paused with his hand over them.