"I mean why should you do it," said Crawford.
"I am no altruist," said Huerta. "A doctor usually gets paid."
"You know I haven't got any money," Crawford said. Huerta did not
answer, leaning against the table and studying Crawford through
narrowed eyes. "You're offering me some kind of proposition?" Crawford
asked him.
"You might call it that," said Huerta. "As I said before, we think your
quarrel with Rockland was over more than the way he acquired Delcazar's
land."
"Was it?"
"You know what I mean," said Huerta.
"Maybe I haven't got what you want."
"I think you have," said Huerta.
"Have you got a license?" said Crawford.
It was the first time he had ever seen Huerta taken off guard. There
was no change of expression in the doctor's face. Just that moment's
hesitation. It was enough to give Crawford a certain satisfaction.
"License?"
"M.D.," said Crawford. "Every doctor I've seen had it pinned on his
wall. Two or three, some of them. How about yours?"