“You are a good bluffer, Rich,” the cabby remarked, and he smiled.
It was as good as looking at a play to watch these two men.
Both now had their tempers under command.
“You call me a bluffer,” Rich retorted.
“I do,” cabby rejoined. “I am not afraid of you. I will go to the police and inform them that you tracked Lawrence on the day before New Year’s, and you hired one of the worst thugs in the city to keep on his trail. Carter would reward me liberally for this information.”
“You are a scoundrelly blackmailer.”
“I acknowledge the corn. I’ve got you in a corner and you will have to pay——”
“Not one cent will I give you.”
“Think twice, Mr. Rich.”
“Be careful, Sim.”