“You know?”
Peter nodded, offhand. “Betty Deane has talked to Hy Lowe about it, and Hy has told me. I'm pretty well informed, as a matter of fact.”
“You know about—”
“Silverstone? Yes. Tell me, have you closed with him?”
“Well”—Zanin hesitated.. He was disturbed. “Not in writing, no.”
“Don't you do it, then.”
Zanin pursed his lips, hooked his feet around the legs of his chair and tapped on the front of the seat with his large fingers.
“It's regular money, Mann,” he said.
“You said you could interest me. Why don't you try?”
“Regular money is regular money.”