"Jist a minute." said Sharko in what I saw was the only voice he had--a deep, loud, growly sort of voice--"What's dis gonna COST us, Crab?"
"Nothing--if I cannot find the missing sardine--and if I DO help you--you can pay me whatever you feel is right for the return of your musical friend."
"Oh--! That's mighty sharkish of ya, Crab. I always thought all cops was on the take--if ya don't mind my sayin' so--but you're a regular guy! Just like me!"
I considered the shark was giving me a huge compliment--so I merely said: "Thank you! Now let's get down to cases. I need to know everything YOU know about this sardine business."
"HAR!" Sharko ejaculated. "An' a foul, mixed up biness it is, Mister Crab!"