“Do you know his pal?”
“Quite well.”
“Snide, eh?”
“Nothing of the kind; I wouldn’t stand in place of you or Brady for a good deal, and you know I’m counted pretty tough?”
Something nearly akin to a pained expression appeared on Snell’s countenance. He was not afraid of Cook, but he did not like the hint Quick threw out regarding Kidd.
“Who is Enoch’s pal?”
“Dick Kidd is no stranger in New York. You should know him.”
“Didn’t he operate in Philadelphia some two or three years ago?”
“Same man.”
“I’ve heard of him.”