"They're not county men," assured Leech, "and they don't know a thing about it."
"A million dollars," mused Wilkinson. "Where would I get it?"
Leech blew smoke rings toward the ceiling.
"I refuse to discuss that part of it," he answered, "only it's a million now. Later on it may be two, you know."
The banker knitted his brows.
"And what do you do for that million?" he said.
"Keep my hands off and my mouth shut, that's all."
"How long a time will you give me to think it over?"
"How long do you want?"
"Three days."