"Yes."
Sammy Simpson hesitated for a moment.
"Maybe I do," he replied, with a shrewd look in his eyes. "Is there anything to be made out of it?"
"I will pay you for whatever you do for me."
"Then I'm your huckleberry. Who are you and what do you want to know?"
CHAPTER XXVII
THE PALACE OF PLEASURE
Mr. Sammy Simpson was a character. He was tall and slim, certainly not less than fifty years of age, but with an evident desire to appear much younger. His face was cleanly shaven, and when he removed his hat to scratch his head I saw that he was nearly bald.
He was dressed in a light check suit and wore patent-leather shoes. I put him down as a dandy, but fond of drink, and that he proved to be.
"Whom do you work for now?" I asked.