“Give me a lead to the location. It won’t make a cent difference to you.”
“How’s that?”
“Clear enough, I don’t want none of your share. Cark’s the man I want to tap, having a right to, being partners.”
Satan seemed to turn this matter over in his mind for a moment. Then he said, “Suppose we come back to them pearls?”
“Right,” said Cleary in a lively voice. “What’s this you was askin’, forty? Well, forty you shall have.”
He produced an old brown pocketbook, counted out four ten-dollar notes, and handed them over.
Satan examined each note, back and front, folded them, and placed them into his pocket.
“Now,” said Cleary, “out with the lead!”
“You’ll have it tomorrow,” said Satan. “I’m pickin’ up my anchor tomorrow mornin’. You’ve only to follow me.”
“I’d rayther have the indications on paper.”