And while you are waiting, speculating, another creature edges near you. He is not quite so prosperous looking as the last one you talked to; he seems thinner, more emaciated.
“Take a look at that, boss,” he says, opening his palm and shoving something bright toward you. It looks like gold.
“No,” you answer nervously. (You have been held up before.) “No, I don’t want to look at it.”
“Take a look at it,” he insists.
“No,” you retort irritably, but you do it in a half-hearted, objecting way and see that it is a gold ring with an initial carved in the seal plate.
The Men in the Dark
He closes his thin hand and puts it back in his pocket. He is inclined to go away, and then another idea strikes him.
“Are you lookin’ fer a job?” he asks.
“No.”