FREDERICK FORSYTH
There Are No Snakes in Ireland
1982 McQueen looked across his desk at the new applicant for a job with some skepticism. He had never employed such a one before. But he was not an unkind man, and if the job seeker needed the money and was prepared to work, McQueen was not averse to giving him a chance.
“You know it’s damn hard work?” he said in his broad Belfast accent.
“Yes, sir,” said the applicant.
“It’s a quick in-and-out job, ye know. No questions, no pack drill. You’ll be working on the lump. Do you know what that means?”
“No, Mr. McQueen.”
“Well, it means you’ll be paid well but you’ll be paid in cash. No red tape. Geddit?”
. . .