The detective saw him.
Still he did not move.
No change took place in his countenance.
Not a muscle moved.
Brockey looked around the back room.
His eyes fell on Carter, whose eyes were bent on the paper.
Brockey started, bent forward, and a change took place in the expression of his evil face. He uttered an ugly oath and stepped up to Carter, exclaiming:
“Why, Mugsey Donovan, when did you get out?”
Carter looked up, smiled inanely—a weak, silly, maudlin grin!—and replied:
“How are you, Brockey? Wot’s dot youse said? Sit down an’ have a ball wid me?”