“Easier than that.”
“I don’t care to know anything about it,” said Quick, believing that, pretending indifference, he would draw the drunken thief out. Mike’s surmise was correct.
“But,” said Joe, “perhaps I shall tell you. I always knew you were a man in whom a friend could trust.”
Quick chuckled softly to himself.
“Say,” added Snell, “you know Enoch Cook?”
“Yes; he’s no good.”
Joe smiled all over. Quick didn’t like Cook.
“Well,” said Snell, “Pat Brady and I pulled off a thousand between us for doing Cook and a friend of his.”
“You didn’t commit murder, I hope?” exclaimed Mike.
“Oh, no; you don’t catch me putting my precious neck in jeopardy.”