“Where are you, Casco?”
“Here, Barker, I’ve knocked him out.”
“Him? Who?”
“The fellow I had a row with at the hotel. I felt certain he must be somewhere around here.”
“Humph! You seem to have a grudge against him.”
“I have. It was he exposed me in New York. I might have had that snap yet if it hadn’t been for him.”
The man called Barker chuckled, as if what he had been told was a joke.
“What was his pockets worth?”
“Not much. A handful of change and these letters.”
“What will you do with him?”