human
There you are, he said.
gpt
Amounts you want and all. The boss says to gimme a receipt.
human
Wouldn't trust you, eh? jeered Gumberts. He took out pencil and paper, scrawled a word or two, and shoved the paper at Chacherre. Then he reached down to a small satchel which lay open on the floor beside his chair.
gpt
Why wouldn't the boss leave the money come out of the takin's, hey?
human
Wanted to keep separate accounts,
gpt
There's rakeoff for week before last, he announced.
human
Last week will be the big business, judgin' from early reports.
gpt
Say, Izzy! You got to send a new man down to the Bayou Latouche right away. Lafarge was there, you know; a nigger shot him yesterday. The nigger threatened to squeal unless he got his money back--Lafarge was a fool and didn't know how to handle him. The lottery's goin' to get a bad name around there----
human
Let it! he said, calmly.
gpt
The big money from all that section is Chinese and Filipino, my friend. The niggers don't matter.
human
Well, the boss says to shoot a new man down there. Also, he says, you'd better watch out about spreadin' the lottery into Texas and Alabama, account of the government rules.
gpt
You tell your boss, he said,
human
We've attended to all that, Izzy--we've dropped on him and settled him! The guy was doin' it for a carnival joke, that's all. His loot is all goin' back to the owners to-day. It needn't worry you, anyhow! There was nothin' much to it--jewellery that couldn't be disposed of, for the most part. We couldn't take chances on that sort o' junk.
gpt
I should say not. Gumbert regarded him with a scowl.
human
You've got the stuff?
gpt
The boss has. Look here, Izzy, I want you to use a little influence with headquarters on this deal--the boss doesn't want to show his hand there,