"I, James Morrissy, the undersigned, do hereby declare that I have received $1,000, in two sums of $500 each, from Daniel McQuade, these sums being payment agreed upon for my bringing about the strike at the Bennington shops."
Morrissy looked at the boss incredulously.
"I say, Mac, have you gone crazy?" he cried. "Do you want evidence like this lying around in your safe? It's the penitentiary for both of us if any one finds that."
"I know what I am doing," McQuade responded quietly, as indeed he did.
"But look; you've got the strike and I've got the cash; that makes us quits."
"Sign it," was all McQuade replied to this argument.
"All right. What's bad for me is bad for you," and without further ado Morrissy affixed his fist to the sheet.
"Here's the duplicate for you."
Morrissy lighted a match and set fire to the sheet; he stamped on the ashes with grim satisfaction.
"Not for mine," with a laugh. "You're welcome to yours."