make sure of the money before you hand over the papers. We've got the real thing; there isn't another copy outside of Strauss' office in Washington!"
Sadie reached out a languid hand and picked up the sheets. She looked them over with an indifferent eye, and then proceeded to fold them together.
"And what 'm I to git for this stuff?" she inquired.
"As much as you can—the more the better!"
Sadie sat back and viewed him with open hostility. But she made it a point to keep the folded sheets still between her fingers.
"Say, what d'yuh take me for anyway, talkin' about peddlin' 'round gun plans that'll gimme a limousine and Eyetalian gardens out on Long Island? Doesn't it strike yuh that ol' stuff's about as dead as the dropped pocketbook gag and the filled-watch stall! It's about even wit' the ol' silkworm scheme and the Spanish prisoner fake that caught 'em ev'ry time in the early eighties! But yuh can't make it go down wit' this generation! Yuh gotta change your dope, or the wire-gang'll tap into your circuit and sure steer yuh for an early fall!"
"Listen to me!" cried Dorgan, suddenly swinging about on her.
