"Almost," he said. His eyes wandered around the room. "Some dump!" he stated. Then his manner became business-like. "You mentioned a hundred dollars—what for?"
The young man shrugged.
"Not hard work. You merely have to look like a gentleman, and act like——"
"Like a bum?" asked the dummy-chucker.
"Well, something like that."
The dummy-chucker passed his hand across his stubby chin.
"Shoot!" he said. "Anything short of murder—anything, friend."
His host leaned eagerly forward.
"There's a girl—" he began.
The dummy-chucker nodded.