“Your check is good enough,” Mr. McCarthy answered.
“No checks,” said the other. “Let's make it money.”
“Who shall be the stake-holder?” was the inquiry of my friend.
“Your secretary—if you will vouch for him.”
“I'd trust my life with him,” said the handmade gentleman.
So the money was put into my hands, to be deposited to my credit in Mr. Bulger's bank.
“One thing I have to ask,” Mr. McCarthy added: “You know I have no secrets, and don't want any. I'm not ashamed of this bet, and I hope you're not.”
“Not a bit,” said Mr. Bulger.
“All right then; we've got nothing to cover up.”
“Not a thing.”