"What shape will the reward take?" I repeated.
"Any shape you may desire," he finally replied.
"Well, when I work I usually work for money!"
"Then money it shall be," was his prompt reply. "The question is, what amount would you expect for a couple of hours of work?"
"But what kind of work?" I repeated.
He hesitated for a moment. His ferrety eyes grew narrower.
"The attesting of a document," he explained, with an effort at a shrug, as though to intimate that all such details were insignificant.
"Attesting? What do you mean by attesting?" I promptly inquired.
"Well, perhaps the signing of a document would cover the case better," he meekly explained.
"But what good would my name be on any such document?" I demanded.
"None whatever," he acknowledged. "So it may be necessary for you to use a name not your own."
He waited, to make sure what effect this would have on me. And I began to see light.
"Say, mister, my middle name is Jeremiah when it comes to putting one over on the penal code."
"But this wouldn't be forgery," he calmly explained.
