“Griswold, you are just the man I want to see.”
“I—I—don’t understand,” was the confused reply.
“I’ll explain. Sit down and take it easy. You love to smoke? Have a cigar,” and a box was shoved toward him.
“See here, Nathan Dobb, what’s your game now?”
“I want to throw some work in your hands, work that will pay well.”
“What kind of work?” asked Griswold suspiciously. He was half-inclined to believe Nathan Dobb was out of his mind.
“You just said you would do anything for me if I didn’t have you arrested.”
“So I will.” “Supposing I put a job in your way that will pay you an even hundred dollars——”
“You’re foolin’ me, squire.”
“I mean it, Griswold, a hundred dollars. Would you do the work and say nothing?”