Casey also stood up.
"I tell you you ARE going to be a crook!" Barlow's big fist crashed down on his desk in a tremendous exclamation point.

"And you're going to work for me exactly as I tell you!" "I have already given you my final word," said Larry.
"You--you--" Barlow almost choked at this quiet defiance.

His face turned red, his breath came in a fluttering snarl, his powerful shoulders hunched up as if he were about to strike.

But he held back his physical blows.
"That's your ultimatum ?" "If you care to call it so--yes." "Then here's mine! I told you I was holding back my high cards.

Either you do as I say, and work with Gavegan and Casey, or you'll not be able to hold a job in New York! My men will see to that.