“Yet I don’t feel right about it. I actually owe you more than two thousand dollars.”
“What do you intend to do about it?”
“I don’t know,” came the frank reply.
“BURKE”—George Clarendon’s voice was firm and expressive—”I have paid you well because I wanted intelligent cooperation. You have done your part.
“This is only the second time that you have met me. I want your honest opinion. Do you trust me?”
“Positively!”
“Would you work for me, faithfully, without question?”
“I would.”
“Keeping all our dealings confidential—”
“Absolutely.”