“Can I trust your discretion?”
“Which, I suppose, is a nice way of asking if I can keep my mouth shut if someone comes around asking questions?”
“Yes.”
“If it’s a postal inspector, what do I do?”
“Tell him the truth.”
“What’s that?”
“That you don’t know my name or anything about me.”
She turned that over in her mind for a few seconds, then said, “That’s an idea. What is your name?”
“On the books, it’ll be Cash. You’ve added three dollars to your month’s income, as well as the price of the typing.”