Achmed Abdullah

“ Macdonald turned to Hayes. "Tell me, my Native Son, how much premium does your company charge for an insurance, straight life, of a hundred thousand dollars?"
Hayes took a long, slim booklet from his pocket, and commenced turning over the pages.
"It all depends, Mac," he replied. "The cheapest insurance the Western Crown writes is one—well, it's meant for suckers. It don't cost so very much for the first year, nor the second. But the premiums rise gradually, year after year, and by the tenth year you got to hand over a pretty penny. And you got to keep on coming across until you die ”

“ Hayes was going to raise another objection, but Macdonald cut him short impatiently. "Good heavens, man, can't you see? It's as clear as pea-soup. We got to stump up enough money to pay the first year's premium. That's the main proposition. But it appears that our suicidal appointee has to live a year before he can make the grand kick-off which allows us to collect his insurance.
"All right. So all we've got to do is to chip in a little more cash. The man has to live a year before we can realise on our investment. ”

“ If a fellow's kind enough to cut his throat so as to line our pockets, we got to be sports and make that last year one grand little spree for him. We got to chip in more. We got to make that last year worth while for him. ”