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The door opens. Solomon enters. Armsby is surprised to see him. So much so, he isn't sure what greeting to give. Solomon gives a blunt introduction. Re: the coins:
SOLOMON
The proceeds of my fiddling
performances. A few picayunes,
but all I have in the world. I
promise them to you if you will do
me the favor I require. But I beg
you not to expose me if you cannot
grant the request.
ARMSBY
What is it you ask?
SOLOMON
First, your word, sir.
ARMSBY
On my honor.
SOLOMON
It is a simple enough request. I
ask only that you deposit a letter
in the Marksville post office.
And that you keep the action an
inviolable secret forever. The
details of the letter are of no
consequence. Even at that, for me
to write it would be a self-
imposition of much pain and
suffering.
ARMSBY
Where's the letter now?
SOLOMON
It is not yet composed. I will
have it in a day. Two at most.
Armsby considers the request.
ARMSBY
I will do as you ask. And will
accept whatever payment is
offered.
Solomon hesitates. In the moment, he's not so sure he can wholly give himself over to trust.
ARMSBY (CONT'D)
To assist you, I put my own self
at risk. I will do so, but not
without fair compensation.
Solomon hands over the money.
ARMSBY (CONT'D)
Compose your letter. We will meet
again. In two days?
SOLOMON
In two days. ...Thank you.
Solomon exits.