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. Keep throwing your weight around and you'll find yourself going back to your boss and telling him you failed. So speak up! What do you want?'
'The package!'
I sighed. 'My old and stupid, you are stuck in a rut. We've been over that. What sort of a package? What's in it?'
He hesitated. 'Money.'
'Interesting. How much money?'
This time he hesitated twice as long, so again I interrupted. 'If you don't know how much money, I'll give you a couple of francs for beer and send you on your way. Is that what you want? Two francs?'
A man that skinny shouldn't have such high blood pressure. He managed to say, 'American dollars. One million.'
I laughed in his face. 'What makes you think I've got that much? And if I had, why should I give it to you? How do I know you are supposed to get it?'
'You crazy, man? You know who am I. '
'Prove it. Your eyes are funny and your voice sounds different. I think you're a ringer.
'"Ringer"?'
'A fake, a phony! An impostor.'
He answered angrily - French, I suppose. I am sure it was not complimentary. I dug into my memory, repeated carefully and with feeling the remark that a lady had made last night which had caused her husband to say that she worried too much. It was not appropriate but I intended simply to anger him.
Apparently I succeeded. He raised a hand, I grabbed his wrist, tripped myself, fell backwards into the pool, pulling him with me
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