“There could be a mint in it, Joe!”
“That’s what I thought, too. That’s why I’m willing to give you ten per cent…”
“Now look here,” squawked Lewis. “You can’t pull a deal like that. I wouldn’t touch it for less than fifty.”
“I’m letting you in on it,” I said, “because you’re a neighbour. I don’t know beans about this technical business. I’m getting stuff I don’t understand and I need some help to find out what it is, but I can always go to someone else…”
It took us three drinks to get the details settled—35 per cent for him, 65 for me.
“Now that that’s settled,” I said, “suppose you tell me what you found.”
“Found?”
“That block I gave you. You wouldn’t have tom down here and had the drinks all set up and waiting if you hadn’t found something.”
“Well, as a matter of fact…”
“Now just a minute,” I warned him. “We’re going to put this in the contract—any failure to provide full and complete analysis…”