The crafty little crook took the money with eagerness. He spread the bills in front of his eyes, and examined them carefully.
“What’s the matter with them?” demanded Reds Mackin. “I got them from a bank in Chi.”
“I always look ‘em over,” returned Spotter. “You never can tell.”
“They don’t pass counterfeits on me,” sneered Mackin. “You act like there was a lot of phony mazuma going around. Is that the dope?”
“No, no,” returned Spotter, quickly. “It ain’t suspicions, Reds. I just go careful, that’s all.”
He held the bills in his hands, while Mackin suddenly came back to the subject.
“What’s the guy’s name, Spotter?”
“Birdie Crull.”
“Don’t know him. Where is he now?”
“I ain’t wise to that. I think I can find out, though.”