“Well, that depends upon what it is.”
“All I want you to do is to write a letter telling me that you’re not Sergio Figueroa but Manuel Alcázar.”
“And what do you want me to write that for? Don’t you know it as well as I do?” asked Manuel, innocently.
“Oh, it’s a plan I’m working on.”
“And what is there in it for me?”
“Thirty duros.”
“You mean it? Hand ’em over!”
“No, not now. When the deal is put through.”
Finding Manuel so favourably inclined, Mingote told him that if he could manage to steal the forged documents of his paternity from the baroness and hand them over to him, he’d add twenty more duros to the thirty already offered.
“I have the papers put away,” said Manuel. “If you’ll wait here a moment I’ll bring them to you at once.”