Oxman, or you wouldn't have tried to run a ringer on us. You certainly weren't representing Sylvia. But Sylvia has a grandmother who smokes cigars. That was a woman's cigar case."
"Are you asking me or telling me?" Mason asked.
"I'm telling you."
"Nice of you," the lawyer remarked, yawning. "And that's all you wanted to see me about?"
"No."
"What did you want to see me about?"
"About those IOU's."
"What about them?"
Duncan crossed his knees, said, "Now listen, Mr. Mason, I want you to get me straight. I like the way you played the game last night. Checking back on the conversation you had with Sam, we found we couldn't pin anything on you. You never claimed the man with you was Frank Oxman. You had him try to cash a check, and Sam did all the leading from there on. And the damn fool led with his chin. We thought we might have you on that check business because Sam remembered the name of the bank. But we did a little snooping around and found you'd plugged up that loophole. If we could have found a weak point in your play, we'd have been mean about it. But we couldn't find any. It was a slick piece of work."
"And you dropped in to tell me that?" Mason asked.
Duncan shook his head and said, "I dropped in to tell you how you could get those IOU's."
"How?"
"I'd want you to do something for me. You're smart. I need a smart lawyer."
Mason stared steadily at the gambler and said, "Get me straight on this, Duncan: I'm interested in those IOU's. I'm not interested for myself, but for a client. Now, I don't know what you have in mind, but I don't want you to tell me anything you wouldn't want repeated to my client. In other words, you and I are dealing at arm's length. If you tell me anything, I'm not going to keep the conversation confidential. If I can capitalize on what you tell me, I'm going to do it. A lawyer can't serve two masters.
"Now then, with that understanding, if you want to talk about those IOU's, go ahead. I'd advise you not to."
Duncan's gold teeth flashed into prominence. "Well," he said, waving his cigar in a little gesture, "I can't say you didn't warn me."
Mason sat silent.
"Listen," Duncan went on, "I've been a gambler all my life. I'm going to take a chance on you. I have a proposition I think will look good to you."
Mason said slowly, "I'm going to tell you once more, Duncan. I'm not in this business for my health. Whenever I do something it's because some client is paying me money to do it. That means I've already been employed by some client whose interests are adverse to yours. If you don't tell me anything, you won't have anything to regret later on."
"Spoken like a gentleman," Duncan said.
"No," Mason corrected, "spoken like a lawyer."
"Okay," Duncan said, "you've told me – not only once, but twice. If I put my head in a noose it's my own funeral. Is that it?"
"That's it," Mason said.
"All right, now suppose you listen to me for a while. I need a smart lawyer. I need you. You've been employed to get those IOU's. That's the limit of your interest in my affairs, at present. All right, I'll see that you get the IOU's. I'll give them to you. In return, I want you to do something for me.
"I want to get rid of Sam. He's hard to get along with. He thinks he's the whole show. I don't like it. Now then, is it true that when a partnership is organized for an unspecified term, either partner can dissolve the partnership at any time he wants to?"
Mason said, "Supposing that's the law, then what?"
"I want to dissolve that partnership."
"You don't need a smart lawyer to do that," Mason pointed out.
"I need a smart lawyer to do it the way I want to do it."
"Aren't you two doing a pretty good business out there?"
"A land-office business."
"The minute you dissolve the partnership," Mason said, "you'll knock that business into a cocked hat."
"No, we won't," Duncan said. "Let me tell you something, I'm pretty smart, myself. Grieb had some money and a fine opinion of himself. He wanted to open