"Well, that ain't doin' me much good."
"But it may do you a lot of good. We want information and we stand ready to pay for it."
"I guess you'll have to do a little explainin'," Murk told him. "I never was any good at guessin' riddles. Life's too short to be spent workin' out silly puzzles."
"Very well," the masked man said. "As you perhaps are aware, Prale has certain enemies. That is enough for you to know, if he has not told you more. If you can give me information concerning Sidney Prale's plans, and tell us how much he knows, we will pay you handsomely."
"I getcha," Murk said.
"And if you can manage to continue working for Prale, and let us know everything as it comes up, there'll be considerably more in it for you."
"Want me to do the spy act, do you?"
"Call it whatever you like. There is a chance for you to earn some good money."
"How much?" Murk demanded.
"That depends upon the services you render us. But let me assure you that you will be richly rewarded. We will not fool you or defraud you."