“I—I don’t know exactly. Sometimes I’d git a dozen cases. Sometimes less.”
“Made quite a nice living for you?”
“I didn’t git it all. I jest got my commission.... I had to pay back most of the profit.”
“How did you get the whisky?”
“A feller would come and tell me the’ was a shipment comin’. Then I’d git in my car and go out to git what was assigned to me.”
“Who would tell you?”
“Sometimes one man, sometimes another.”
“Who?” her voice was inexorable.
“Peewee—mostly.”
“Peewee Bangs—your cousin, is he?”