“Exactly.”
“Well, I guess I could put you wise to some few things you don’t know,” Patsy dryly allowed.
“That’s just what I want,” said Margate, with a threatening nod. “What case is Carter on in Washington?”
“Give it up,” said Patsy. “You’ll have to ask him.”
“Does that mean that you’ll not inform me?”
“Take it any old way you like.”
“I’ll find a way to make you.”
“You bet we will,” snarled Trent, seizing a poker and starting to thrust it into the stove. “A red-hot iron will open your mouth. That’s what you’ll get, too, unless——”
“Keep quiet, Larry,” interrupted Margate, thrusting him aside. “There’ll be time enough for that. I’ll get the truth from him while you are gone.”
“Gone where?[{31}]”