“All right, Doc,” replied Spotter.
The man whom Spotter was visiting was “Doc” Birch, the proprietor of the pawnshop. Doc Birch was a careful man in his dealings. He conducted a legitimate business and seldom received stolen goods.
He was a gaunt man, well along in years, who surveyed Spotter through large, thick spectacles.
“It’s O.K. for you to wait, Spotter,” said Birch, “but there’s no one else that I’d trust.”
“Don’t blame you, Doc.”
“You know I’m working through a couple of the boys, but while they’re all right, I don’t go too strong with them. They’re liable to blab or to get in trouble. It would spoil my game.”
“You gotta watch out, Doc. It ain’t wise to have too many in the know.”
“I agree with you, Spotter. But I always try to unload the phony bills as soon as they come in. The sooner you shove out queer money, the better.
“I’d like to depend on you alone. It would be safer in a way; but if I did I’d have to keep the stuff here in the house. That would make it more dangerous in the long run.”
“I thought you did keep it here.”