The brown eyes met mine. ‘Only what I’ve read in the papers.’
‘Nothing else?’
‘No.’
‘Does he?’
‘No. He wouldn’t touch a thing like that. All right, maybe we are a little tricky with a deck of cards, but that’s as far as we go.’
‘Has he ever been caught?’
Her eyes hardened.
‘Now and then.’
‘Has he a police record?’
‘I guess so. He drew two years in San Francisco. He hasn’t been out more than four months.’