 Why did Miss Casey give the narrator the piece of paper?
Confidence Game By JIM HARMON Illustrated by EPSTEIN [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Galaxy Science Fiction June 1957. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] I admit it: I didn't know if I was coming or going—but I know that if I stuck to the old man, I was a comer ... even if he was a goner! The golden Moon and the silver ship, symbols of greed. "Sure," the man agreed severely, prying a little worriedly at Doc's arthritic fingers that were clamped on his collar. "No argument. I came alongside and carefully started to lever the old man loose, one finger at a time. If a half dozen winos in Seattle hadn't helped me get them loose, Doc and I would have been wanted for the murder of a North American Mountie. "I hope you'll forgive him, sir," I said, not meeting the man's eyes. "'Memory Jump,' you mean. All my great-grandfathers have it. I told the human no, thanks, and walked Doc toward the flophouse three doors down. It had happened a few times right after I first found him, but now it was worse. I tried not to think about it and helped Doc through the fly-specked flophouse doors. The tubercular clerk looked up from the gaudy comics sections of one of those little tabloids that have the funnies a week in advance. "Fifteen cents a bed," he said mechanically. I felt the round hard quarter in my pocket, sweaty hand against sticky lining. The clerk's hand fell on the coin and slid it off into the unknown before I could move, what with holding up Doc. "Had a quarter all along and yet you Martian me down to twenty cents." I knew I was going to need that nickel. "You don't have any nickel. You don't have any quarter, not if I say so. There was a wino singing on the left, a wino praying on the right, and the door didn't have any lock on it. I laid Doc out on the gray-brown cot and put his forearm over his face to shield it some from the glare of the light bulb. It stopped hurting, but I knew it would begin if I moved. I stared at a jagged cut-out nude curled against a lump of dust and lint, giving it an unreal distortion.
 It was a ploy to learn more about Doc and what he had developed, so she had more evidence
 It was an accident, she had swapped it with the scrap of paper she meant to give the narrator  She wanted to pass the order along to Doc, the only person who could find the book  It was a ploy to learn more about Doc and what he had developed, so she had more evidence  She thought the narrator owed her for her buying him coffee and food, and he could repay her by finding the book