“I don’t like th’ word.”
“Well, the man who makes the complaint gets half the fine. Do you understand that? Let me take charge of the matter for you, and we’ll divide the money.”
“Will it hurt me own insurance?” asked Daniel.
“Not a bit.”
“I’m not lukkin’ to l’ave Maggie an’ th’ childhern without money whin I die, jist to land a dollar-twinty f’r me own pocket now. That’s a Schlimmer thrick.”
“Your insurance will be just as good as it ever was,” the lawyer asserted.
“Will there be twinty dollars in it f’r me?” Daniel persisted.
“There’ll be a good deal more than that—exactly how much I can’t say.”
“Go ahead,” instructed Daniel. “Put the little divil through.”
The lawyer investigated and found his task comparatively easy, for Adolph had now personally told the story to several people. Indeed, by the exercise of a little ingenuity, the lawyer got him to tell it to him. Then he acted.