“What do you want with Kidd?” inquired Enoch, after a pause.
“First, I want you to admit he came to New York with you.”
Cook hesitated.
“Well, he did. What of it?” he finally blurted out.
“There is this ‘of it,’” said Burt. “I’ve detected you in a lie.”
“That may be a sin, but it is not reckoned a crime to lie, except under oath.”
“Where is Kidd now?”
“I don’t know.”
“I suppose I may consider that lie number two?”
“Can’t you tell me what you want with him.”