Bob looked at the man closely for a full minute before speaking.
“No. I don’t remember that I ever saw you before to-day.”
“My name Jacques Harbaugh.”
“Well?”
“You know mine broder, Pierre, oui.”
It was a statement rather than a question.
“I have met him, yes.”
“And you send heem to jail, you an’ dat oder kid dar.”
“Not guilty. He went to prison because he was smuggling whiskey.”
“But you catch heem.”