“Yes.”
Carter put his hand into Brockey’s trousers pocket and pulled out a small roll of bills. He ran the money over and found one of the series.
“This is one,” he remarked, holding the bill up for Brockey to inspect.
“My God!” the rascal ejaculated.
“You will have to tell now in court how this came into your possession.”
“I’ll tell quick enough.”
“I guess you will.”
“Let me look at the number.”
“See?”
“I do.”