“That’s a lie. The man is too miserly to have a servant. Cook, did you ever see this fellow before?”
“Yes.”
“Who is he?”
“I only know he used to travel with Bull Blair’s gang.”
“Bull Blair, eh?”
The man was one of the most hardened ruffians in New York. Riley looked daggers at Enoch.
“What was done with the ‘fence’s’ body?” asked Burt.
“I don’t know that he is dead,” replied the prisoner.
“Murder has certainly been done in this house. I’m sure of that.”
“You may be right, mister, but I know nothing about it.”