Brockey poured out a glassful of the liquor and drank it.
A few minutes after it was down a look of surprise spread over his face.
“Gosh!” he exclaimed. “Where did you get that, Mugsey?”
“Ain’t it rich?” Carter asked, with a smile.
“It’s more than rich.”
“Where did you get it?”
“I swiped it off a drunk.”
“I thought you didn’t pay for it.”
“Le’ us talk bizness now.”
Brockey’s countenance changed. He leaned back in his chair, looked at the detective, and made no reply.