"Guaranteed papers?"
"Positively!" snorted Shinny. "I don't sell things that ain't good! I'm an honest man!"
Roger reached inside his jersey and pulled out a small roll of crumpled credit notes. He counted off one hundred and handed them over to Shinny.
"When do I get the papers?" asked Roger.
"Tomorrow, same place, same time," answered Shinny.
"What's the name of this place?" asked Roger.
"Café Cosmos."
Roger picked up his glass of sweet water, raising it in a toast to the little man in front of him. "Until tomorrow, Mr. Shinny, when you come here with the papers, or I come looking for you with bare knuckles!"
"You don't scare me!" snapped Shinny. "I'll be here!"
Roger tilted his chair back and smiled his casual smile. "I know you'll be back, Mr. Shinny. You see, I really mean what I say. And more important, you know I mean what I say!"