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"Doesn't sound to me like anybody would mourn too long if they knew they were getting that kind of money." |
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The lawyer continued to glare at him. "Like I said, Mr. Frazier, it's a function of time and money." |
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Charlie appraised the straight-laced little man coldly. "Both of which I have plenty of. Actually, Mr. Shurley, the more I think about it, the more determined I am to keep Daddy Malcolm's favorite charity out of my knickers." |
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"That's your prerogative, Mr. Frazier, but I feel that it's my duty to warn you that . . . " |
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"Save it," Charlie shot back at the little man. He pushed himself away from the table and stood up. "When you get it figured up, send me a bill." He turned, started for the door and paused. "One last thing, lawyer man. Better call those yokels on the Board of Frazier and give them a little advance warning. Tell 'em old Charlie is coming." He waited for a moment and laughed. ''Oh yeah, better tell them to start counting me out some money." |
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The three men sat in the last booth, their faces concealed from the rest of the patronage by the room's poor lighting. One was short, impeccably attired and obviously successful. |
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