“You seem to be doing pretty well here,” said Parks.
“No man with my police record—as you hinted—can do well anywhere,” was the angry answer.
“I noticed a bank next door,” said Parks. “I presume this place is a starter for the electric-drill scheme you once spoke of.”
“It is nothing of the sort,” said Gilmore. “I have decided to have nothing to do with that scheme.”
“It is strange that you should locate a place like this—next door to a bank, then. There can’t be much money in the trade you get here.”
“There is money enough here if the sneaks of the profession would only let me alone.”
Parks sprang to his feet.
“Another word like that,” he shouted, “and I’ll give you dead away to the police. You can’t talk to a man of my stamp in that fashion.”
“But suppose Nick Carter follows you here, and recognizes me? I’ll be pulled in, too.”
“Have you any idea that Nick Carter knows where you are?” asked Parks.