"What kind of a deal?"
"I'll help you out of the tangle you're in and we'll whack up on the five thousand."
"You still think I took that purse?"
"Sure, you took it."
"If I had five thousand pounds would I be sewing in a place like this? Would I?"
He thought a moment, frowning. "I know, that's a good line of talk, but—I tell you there was a kink in the job, and—see here, what was it? What ever brought you to this Godforsaken place?"
"What ever brought you here?"
"I have to earn my living."
"Well, are you the only one?"
"Besides, I was working for Baxter; I came with him, but you dropped down out of nowhere—with a fake name."