“Those cars are in constant use,” said Croker. “Besides, suppose we sold ’em—to the distinct disadvantage of our operations, by the way. What are we talking about here? A couple of hundred thousand dollars.” “Hey!” said the Artiste with a big smile. “I don’t know about you, but I have great respect for a couple of hundred thousand dollars. Besides, your arithmetic’s a little off. It’s five hundred and ninety-three thousand. A thousand more insignificant items like that and we’ve got half a billion and plenty to spare. See how easy it is? Sell ’em.”
