“Blair, you are even a blacker rascal than I thought.”
“Every one should look out for himself, that’s the way I look at it.”
“You certainly take an elevated view of what one friend owes another.”
“Give me freedom, and I will tell you who killed Monte Murphy.”
“I refuse.”
“Don’t you want to know?” cried Bull, in surprise.
“No.”
“That’s queer.”
“Not at all. I already know.”
Blair’s countenance fell. He had played his last card and lost.