Kidd was right in his surmise.
Just then Cook was closeted with one of the most famous fences in New York—Monte Murphy. In appearance and manner, Murphy seemed an uncouth and ignorant man. A more shrewd rascal at driving a bargain did not exist.
We will leave Kidd and Quick, and give our attention for awhile to Enoch.
Murphy lived in a tumble-down sort of house on Elizabeth Street, and, when Cook called, he found the fence at home. Monte had not seen his visitor in years, but he knew him at first glance. This the fence did not allow to appear, and he pretended not to recognize Cook for some time.
“Well, my boy,” said Murphy, after admitting he remembered his caller, “what can I do for you now?”
“Can’t you guess?” smiled Enoch.
“Not I.”
“I have something to sell.”
“Peddling, are you?”
“Oh, come off! I’ve got swag.”