“What do you want to know about him?”
“Is he acting as your real estate agent?”
“Certainly not.”
“You do know the man?”
“I’ve done a little work for him.”
“Didn’t he pay you to allow him to use your name on a deed?”
“He gave me twenty-five dollars to make out some papers for him. I only copied what he told me to write.”
“That’s all I want to know,” Mr. Parker said grimly. “Penny, call the policeman!”
“See here,” Bowman protested furiously, “you intimated that if I told what I knew about Blake you’d let me off. Why, you’re as yellow as that paper you run!”
“I make no deals with men of your stamp!” Mr. Parker retorted.