Roche shook his head.
“There's a reward of five thousand up for Whiskey Jim.”
“Who 'll give it?”
“The Consolidated Dealers. You see, there has been a counterfeit label, of the Red Seal brand, on the market; and I understand the liquor men have been running it down and putting the Treasury Agents on the track to protect their business.”
“Fi' thousand, eh? An' do you think we could make it?”
“If you have the evidence to convict this Whiskey Jim, we can. But now, before we go into this, what sort of an arrangement will you make with me if I steer it through for you?”
“What would you want?”
“Well—I should go at it something like this. I should go to the United States Treasury officials and tell them I could get them the evidence they want if they would agree not to prosecute us. It would take some managing, but it can be done. But I can't do it for nothing.”
“What do you want?”
“Say one thousand. That's twenty per cent.”