“You are on to my game?”
“Sure.”
“Come——”
“Le’s go some place where we kin talk wid safety.” Brockey looked intently at the detective.
“I can’t see what’s in your nut,” he ejaculated.
“Do youse want to talk over private matters here?” Carter asked, and Brockey drawled:
“No-o.”
“Den le’s go down ter some quiet joint.”
“I’ll be hanged!”
“Brockey, I knows wot game youse is working?”