"Oh, most certainly," said Pringle, "I have no use for honor."
"It would have meant a great deal to us if we could have taken you back to Trevor and…"
"Wait a second," said Sutton. "Who is this Trevor? He's a new one."
"Oh, Trevor," said Pringle. "Just an oversight. Trevor is the head of the corporation."
"The corporation," said Case, "that wants to get your book."
"Trevor would have heaped us with honors," Pringle said, "and loaded us with wealth if we had pulled it off, but since you won't co-operate we'll have to cast around for some other way to make ourselves a profit."
"So we switch sides," said Case, "and we shoot you. Morgan will pay high for you, but he wants you dead. Your carcass will be worth a good deal to Morgan. Oh yes, indeed it will."
"And you will sell it to him," Sutton said.
"Most certainly," said Pringle. "We never miss a bet."
Case purred at Sutton, "You do not object, I hope?" Sutton shook his head. "What you do with my cadaver," he told them, "is no concern of mine."