“Have you got anything to smoke?”
“Cert.”
“Then set it out.”
Carter placed some cigars on the table.
Brockey picked up one, lit it, and commenced to smoke.
With a sigh, he settled himself back in the chair.
Another silence followed, and it was nearly five minutes before he commenced to talk.
CHAPTER XII.
CAUGHT IN A TRAP.
“I want to tell you one thing, Mugsey,” Brockey exclaimed suddenly, sitting bolt upright in his chair. “I’m not as deep in this affair of the Red Dragon Inn as you suspect.”
“Don’ gi’ me any o’ dat,” Carter rejoined, blowing a cloud of smoke up in the air over his head.