 Mr. Diamond? That's right. I'd like to talk with you. I have a business proposition. Is there any money involved? Quite a good deal. Well, you just made an appointment. Come in, Mr... Titus. Leopold Titus. Esquire. He came in all right, and he had the duck to do it. He must have been a good seven feet tall, and even with his heavy overcoat, he couldn't have weighed over 140. He reminded me of a king-sized case of malnutrition.