"You get the general idea."
"But not the general idea of what I get," persisted the strangely obtuse sheriff. "What is the minimum I can expect?"
Tip did not relish being pinned down to cases in this fashion. He preferred generalities.
"The minimum," repeated Tip.
"And the maximum," suggested Bill. "I might as well know all the horrible details."
"From three to five thousand dollars," said Tip, watching his vis-à-vis closely.
Said vis-à-vis looked disappointed. "Small change," he remarked coldly. "Who gets the other nickle?"
"Your salary is two thousand," Tip told him reproachfully, "and three to five thousand above that makes five to seven thousand. What more do you want?"
"Whatever's right," declared the amazing Mr. Wingo.
"That's right—what I told you."