"You'd better hope that you can keep on the good side of me," Jim Farland told him.
"If there is anything I can do, Mr. Farland——"
"Do you suppose you could tell the truth?"
"Yes, sir."
"I'm going to give you a chance. If you tell the truth, I may forget something I know, for the time being. But, if you shouldn't tell the truth—well, my memory is excellent when I want to exercise it."
Farland stepped to the door and beckoned, and Murk hurried across the street and entered the shop.
"Ever see this man before?" Farland demanded.
The storekeeper licked his lips, and a sudden gleam came into his eyes.
"I—he seems to look familiar, but I can't say."
"You'd better say!" Farland exclaimed. "I want the truth out of you, or something will drop. And when it drops, it is liable to hit you on the toes. Get me?"