"I don't know about that," I said doubtfully.
"No trouble at all. Come, what will you give?"
"Five dollars."
"Ha! ha! They're worth a million." He blinked hard at me. "Say, you're a friend of mine, a good boy. Meg, shall I give them to him?"
"You ought to do what's right, Sam," replied his wife, severely.
"So I ought. You're a good woman; big improvement on a chap like me. Say, young man, give my lady ten dollars, keep the papers, and clear out. I'm drunk, and when Sammy Simpson's drunk he's a fool."
I handed over the money without a word. Perhaps I was taking advantage of the man's present state, but I considered I was doing things for the best.
A minute later, with the precious papers in my pocket, I left.