"So, you'll have your bodyguard come in and beat me up as a favor to your father-in-law?" Herbert tossed two cigars in front of Tommy and Julian, asking with a laugh.
"Yes."
"No."
The one who said Yes was Julian, and the one who said No was Tommy.
Julian looked at Tommy, puzzled, "I thought our father-in-law-and-son-in-law rapport was already like telepathy, full of tacit understanding."
"What I mean is, Mr. Page is carrying at least four or five stun guns, he can give each of you one, then you two fine Phoenix Club members can have a fair duel right here while I, an outsider from the White Robe Society, cheer you on and act as the fair and impartial referee. I won't play favorites, nor will I blow an unfair whistle. After all, whichever Phoenix Club member goes down, it's a cause for celebration for the White Robe Society." Tommy took the cigar thrown to him, looked at his father-in-law Julian with a sincere and expectant face, and said.
