This, interrupted the Sicilian in back of him coolly, and drilling even harder into Parradine's spine with that small hard object," is a snatch, Parradine. No beat up, but a snatch. A hundred-grand snatch! And don't bother to set up any yodelling, because you know as well as me that there's two heavy doors--no, three--shutting this room off from even the floor where the elevator stops. Yeah, Parradine, it's a hundred-grand snatch, and with 6 people in it. So you see we mean business! All 6 of us. Just how that hundred grand is to be cut up ain't none of your concern. Excepting perhaps that it's your estate who's gonna kick in with it."