"Well, then," said Case and he raised the gun.
"Just a second," Sutton said quietly.
Case lowered the gun. "Now what?" he asked.
"He wants a cigarette," said Pringle. "Men who are about to be executed always want a cigarette or a glass of wine or a chicken dinner or something of the sort."
"I want to ask a question," Sutton said.
Case nodded.
"I take it," Sutton said, "that in your time I've already written this book."
"That's right," Case told him. "And, if you will allow me, it is an honest and efficient job."
"Under your imprint or someone else's?"
Pringle cackled. "Under someone else's, of course. If you did it under ours, why do you think we'd be back here at all?"