“’Tis too dangerous,” I insisted. “You’d be on your own, in a nest of vipers.” For there was no way they’d also hire me.
“It would be safer than burgling the man’s offices,” said Fisk. “I warn you now, I’m not going to do that. I hate burglary. I gave up burglary!”
“I’ve never asked you to commit a burglary,” I said. Fisk keeps accusing me of this, though I swear ’tis always his idea. And at this point, we didn’t even know what to burgle.