Now he believed that, instead of Murphy, it was his pal who had given the detective the information the latter possessed.
“Riley is no pal of mine.”
Frank smiled.
“You told me in Shaw’s that he was; I guess at that time you had not tumbled to whom you were talking.”
“I haven’t done a job with Tony in a long time.”
“I’m rather surprised you do not deny knowing the man.”
“I know him,” said Bull, and he uttered a terrible oath.
“You don’t feel very pleasant toward him, I see.”
“Would you like to have a man tell lies about you?”
“How do you know Tony spoke of you? I didn’t say so.”