If I'm a detective fifty years, I'll make an easy two thousand a year.

That's a round hundred thousand.

Can you pay me that much to risk my future career as a detective ?" Mershone bit his lip.

This fellow was not so simple, after all, boyish as he seemed.

And, worse than all, he had a suspicion the youngster was baiting him, and secretly laughing at his offers of bribery.
"They will take you off the job, now that I have discovered your identity," he asserted, with malicious satisfaction.
"Oh, no," answered Fogerty; "they won't do that.