“Now, we’ll have to have a bit of writing.”
“No writing for mine,” retorted Druce. “This check is plenty.”
“Oh, Mr. Druce,” Miss Masters spoke appealingly. “You don’t think that’s fair, do you? You’ve got my check.”
“I guess it’s you that’s not trusting me now,” said Druce.
“But you admit yourself that you may not deliver.”
“No I don’t. I will deliver.”
“But this isn’t business.”
“It’s the way we do this kind of business in Chi.”
Miss Masters got up from the table, as if exasperated.
“Look here, Mr. Druce,” she said. “How can signing an agreement covering this sale hurt you? Oh, what a lot of cowards you ‘live stock dealers’ are! Can’t you see that if you sign this agreement with me I’m incriminated as well as you are? The Mann act gets the buyer as well as the seller.”