“Isn’t that what you meant?” I said.
“No.”
“Then, why did you tear up the contract?”
“Because you did not whine, but took it as I would have taken it myself had I been in your place.”
“But I offered you the two hundred dollars of my own accord,” I said.
“I know; but money isn’t everything.”
Something in his voice made me say, “You’re right; it isn’t. And now what do you really want me to do for you?”
“You’re quick, aren’t you?” he said. “Do you really want to do something for me?”
“Yes,” I told him, “I do. But whether I will or not depends what it is you have in mind.”
“Take me with you into Mr. Ed Harding’s office and tell him to let me talk to him three minutes by the clock. Then leave me alone with him.”