A couple of glasses of whisky and soda loosened Bricky's tongue, and he talked volubly. Gradually Abe Moss led him on to the subject he desired, but the moment he hinted at anything connected with Kenley's stable Bricky became reserved.
"He's not primed sufficiently," thought Moss, and called for more liquor.
They sat down and Moss said—
"If you'll do me a favour, Bricky, I'll make it worth your while."
"Depends upon what it is," he replied.
"There's no harm in it. I merely wish to know your opinion about a couple of horses."
"Is that all?"
"Yes."
"Which horses?"
"Lucky Boy and Black Boy."