“You’d do most anything, eh?”
“That’s what I would, sir. When a man’s up against it good and hard, he don’t stick over trifles. I’d do anything the boss told me.”
“Suppose it was something off color?”
“That would be up to him, sir. I’d do it, all right, and shut my eyes to what it was about.”
“And your mouth, too, perhaps?”
“I would, sir, and keep it shut,” said Chick, with a sinister nod. “You can bank your pile on that, sir.”
Bart Bailey laughed and glanced again at the listening merchant.
“Murdock might use the fellow,” he remarked significantly.
“Vell, yes, he might,” Meyers allowed tentatively, evidently taking a cue the other had given him.
Bart turned to Chick again, saying: