"Santa Claus! What do I have to do: assassinate the President?"
"No, kidder; just be my right-hand man. You know, follow me through thick and thin."
"All right, Max; but when things get too thick, I'm gonna thin out."
"For Christ's sake don't call me Max," cautioned Matthew.
"That's your name, aint it?"
"No, simp. Them days has gone forever. It's Matthew Fisher now. You go pulling that Max stuff and I'll have to answer more questions than a traffic officer."
"Just think," mused Bunny. "I been reading about you right along in the papers but until I recognized your picture in last Sunday's paper I didn't know who you were. Just how long have you been in on this graft?"
"Ever since it started."
"Say not so! You must have a wad of cash salted away by this time."
"Well, I'm not appealing for charity," Matthew smiled sardonically.