Suidi's private office was jammed. _Le Jazz Hot_ goggled at Lennox and waved to him, excitedly trying to thank him. Lennox shook his head in warning and left. He and Gabby tried the stock rooms. They were all occupied. In a wrapping room stacked with acetate blanks were Cooper and Tooky Ween. Cooper was flustered and almost incoherent. Ween was aggressive. As Lennox was about to withdraw, he heard Ween say: "Then we got to work up some other kind of financial arrangement on our tune." Jake stopped and squeezed Gabby's elbow in warning. "What was that line.... 'Our tune'?" he asked. "I just been talking sense to your friend," Ween rumbled. "Only he can't count the fingers in front of his eyes." "I'm in no condition to sign with anybody," Cooper pleaded. "Don't be mad, Tooky. Let it go at that." "I ain't mad, boy, but you need handling. It's handling that makes the difference between a property and a non-property." "I don't want to be property. I don't want any part of this crazy hassle. Now leave me alone, will you Tooky? I'm wrung out." "I'm trying to do this so nobody hollers for a lawyer letter," Ween said. "If your friend--" "His name is Cooper. Sam Cooper." "If your friend'll let me do some good for him, then it's all in the family and no hard feelings." "What's in the family?" "Our tune." "What means 'Our tune'?" "He says Mason collaborated with me," Cooper burst out. "Oh. I see. You want a piece of the hit, is that it, Tooky?" "It ain't what I want. It's what's right. My boy helped your friend write the tune. We're entitled to a piece. Now if your friend wants to come into the family, then everything's cozy." "Sure. You cut in for your fifteen percent. What makes you think Mason collaborated on the tune?" "I asked him about it." "When you smelled money." "He told me it was his idea from the start and he made at least a dozen contributions when they was working it up in the rehearsal. Out of a total hundred percent, at least thirty nine and a half percent was my boy's ideas." "Your boy suffers from starmania. He thinks everything is his idea. Ask him sometime. You'll find out he thinks he invented you." "Oh, for God's sake! Let him have his piece of the tune," Cooper exclaimed in disgust. "We did do it in rehearsal. I admit Mig made suggestions. Maybe he did contribute as much as Tooky says. I want to be honest about this and I'm sick of--" "Shut your mouth!" Lennox interrupted violently. "Do you want to give it away to the chiselers?" "Keep out of this, Jake. Let me handle it." "You're not fit to handle anything. You'll sell yourself out." "Maybe that's the best thing for me. Leave me alone." "What are you trying to do, escape? I will like hell leave you alone." Lennox turned on Ween. "Listen to me, you shyster. 'We're The Most' is Sam's tune. One hundred out of one hundred percent. How do I know? Because I heard him compose it in our house one month before your boy rehearsed it for the show."