“Apparently he was—most of the time. He turned fifty-one percent of the stock over to the broad more than a year ago, but he made her sign a proxy giving him the right to vote the stock, so it was safe enough as long as he was alive. Now the proxy is no good, if he’s dead and she’s still got the stock. I’m told that the corporation is worth thirty or forty million dollars.”
“That’s a lot of bread. And, as I remember her, she was a lot of broad. Half of thirty million is fifteen million. People have been killed for less. So he had a wife, too?”
“Yeah. Not much happened between them for years. She says he was a lousy lay and doesn’t seem to care. She’s a shrewd cookie herself and made some smart investments out of money he gave her over the years. But I’m sure she’d rather have the rest of
