“Upon my honor, what I tell you is the truth.”
Carter could not help smiling when Brockey spoke of his honor.
Such a scoundrel as that does not know what honor is!
The detective knew well that Brockey had no honor, that he would lie, steal, and if he found himself in a tight place, he would not hesitate to betray an accomplice, if by so doing he could save himself.
Brockey noticed the smile, and he flared up instantly.
“What are you smiling at, Mugsey?” he demanded.
“Youse,” Carter replied, without moving a muscle, and he puffed away at his cigar, unconcernedly.
“You are laughing at me?”
“Cert.”
“I——”