"I want all those papers you once showed me, and if you have that will I want that, too."
"You don't want much." And Sam Pepper laughed suggestively.
"Those papers will never do you any good."
"They might."
"I don't see how?"
"The boy might pay more for them than you'll pay."
"He? If he knew the truth, he'd have you arrested on the spot."
"Don't be so sure of that, Bulson. I know the lad better than you do. He has a tender heart—far more tender than you have."
"Well, if it's a question of price, how much do you want?" demanded Homer Bulson sourly.
"I want five thousand dollars cash."