PROPHET OF GOD VAMPS MOVIE KING MAGNATE OF SCREEN PAYS THOUSAND FOR LUNCH
But I knew that T-S had never yet paid a thousand dollars without getting something for it, and I was not surprised when, after he had gulped down his meal, he turned to his host and, disregarding the company and the excitement, demanded, “Now, Mr. Carpenter, tell me, do I git de contract?”
Carpenter had had his jest, and was through with it. He answered, gravely: “You must understand me, Mr. T-S. You don't want a contract with me.”
“I don't?”
“If I were to sign it, it would not be a week before you would be sorry, and would be asking me to release you.”
“Vy is dat, Mr. Carpenter?”
“Because I am going to do things which will make me quite useless to you in a business way.”
“Dat can't be true, Mr. Carpenter!”
“It is true, and you will realize it soon. I assure you, it won't be a day before you will be ashamed of having known me.”
T-S was gazing at the speaker, not certain whether this was something very terrible, or only a polite evasion. “Mr. Carpenter,” he answered, “if all de vorld vas to give you up, I vouldn't!”