“You’ve got a brother––Joe Pardaloe?” suggested de Spain to trap him.
“No, I’ve got no brother. I am just plain Jim Pardaloe.”
“Say what you have got to say, Jim.”
“The only job I could get in the Gap was with old Duke Morgan––I’ve been working for him, off and on, and spending the rest of my time with Gale and Dave Sassoon. There were three men in the barn-burning. Dave Sassoon put up the job.”
“Where is Dave Sassoon now?”
“Dead.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean what I say.”
Both men were silent for a moment.
“Yesterday morning’s fight?” asked de Spain reluctantly.