Hiram finished saying that there were a large quantity of wines in the warehouse and didn't speak any further; he had said all he needed, his hands hanging by his sides as he stood aside.
Lance picked up the phone book, a great hallmark of the era, where you could find most of the numbers you wanted, whether company or private.
Some publishers even relied on printing phone books to sustain their businesses, and they did quite well—printing phone books with advertisements for procurers, distributed free in public phone booths, with those procurers paying them for the ads.
Lance dialed the number, and a lady answered.
"Put me through to your manager, I have some business matters to discuss with him."
"Just a moment."
About twenty seconds later, the call was reconnected.
"This is... office, I'm Green, how can I assist you?"
"Hello, Mr. Green, I'm a friend of Hiram. He told me your company owes eight of their people a month's salary."
