“That ain’t what I’m getting at. I’m afraid you may be tempted to ‘peach’ on me.”
Bull looked horrified. How could any one take him for an informer?
The idea was ridiculous. At least he told his companion that it was preposterous.
“Well,” remarked Quick, evidently distrustful of Blair, “I’d like to feel sure you would be true to me.”
“I will be, I swear it.”
Bull raised a hand and his eyes to the ceiling. Before his visitor had entered the room, Quick believed that Monte Murphy had not seen any one but Blair before dying. Well it was for the latter that he told of the old “fence” being found alive by the detective.
When Bull was announced, Mike thought that if he put his victim out of the way it would never be known who killed Murphy. He had about made up his mind to kill Blair. Now he could gain nothing by doing so, as he quite readily recognized.
“Bull,” said Quick, “I am going to leave the city. Suppose you come with me.”
“Where do you intend to go?”
“I have not figured on any place in particular.”