"I'll make it well worth your while.

See here!" He took his hand away from my wrist, put it under his pillow, and drew out a bank-note, which he unfolded before me.
"Ten pound!" he said.

"It's yours, if you'll do a bit of a job for me--in private.

Ten pound'll be useful to you.

What do you say, now ?" "That it depends on what it is," said I."I'd be as glad of ten pounds as anybody, but I must know first what I'm expected to do for it." "It's an easy enough thing to do," he replied.