"What kind of a magazine?"
"Whatever you please, as you see fit for your purposes!"
I confess that by this promise he had already won me over more than half of the way. In respect to my plans, this sounded almost like a gift from heaven! He added even further promises, by means of which he made it easy for me to agree to his wishes. In addition, there were my own considerations. Quite unexpectedly, I was hereby offered this most outstanding opportunity to get acquainted with printing, typesetting, stereotyping, and everything else which was a part of this, in the most comfortable manner. For me as an author, this was a very valuable experience, and such an offer would probably never come to me again. The salary, Münchmeyer could afford to pay me, was not so very much, but I was earning enough in royalties on the side that I did not really need it at all. And I was not tied to him at all. He offered me the right to quit quarterannually. Thus, I could have left after every three month, if I should not like it.
"Give it a try! Say yes!" he urged me, counting one month's salary onto the table.
"When would I have to start?" I asked.
"The day after tomorrow or sooner. It's urgent. This Freytag mustn't get the jump on us."
"But you do know that I've been to prison!"
"I know everything. But this doesn't matter."
"And I'm even under police supervision!"
"I didn't know that; but that doesn't matter either. You're the one I'd like to have most of all for this job, not in spite, but because of this! Let's shake hands on it!"