Oscar displayed a big roll of bills.
"All right; what will you have?"
"Whisky."
The man placed a bottle and glasses on the bar when the detective reached over, caught the man's eye, and said in a very low but sharp, decisive tone:
"Mart, on your life, look to business now."
The man started, his swarthy face assumed a ghastly hue, and there came a look of terror to his eyes.
"You know me?"
"It's Dunne."
"Yes."
"What's your pull to-night?"