"This has got to be on the quiet, Irish.

I can't sell wire and posts to those eastern marks at this rate, you know.

This is just for you boys--and the profit for us is trimmed right down to a whisper." He named the sum total with the air of one who confers a great favor.
Irish grinned and reached into his pocket.

"You musta knocked your profit down to fifty percent.," he fleered.

"But it's a go with me." He peeled off the whole roll, just about.