“Then keep quiet.”
“I’m mum.”
“Listen.”
Brockey cleared his throat.
“It was the day before New Year’s,” he said.
“I was down on my luck and I hadn’t a cent in my pocket.
“Not in a long time had I been in such a hole.
“I tried to touch a dozen o’ the gang, but every one seemed to be in the same boat.
“No one could show me a cent.
“I was at Samson’s saloon.