"He's a nice little feller! I never knew one of those narrow-chested, five-o'clock-tea-drinkers that was on the level. He's got eighteen fancy vests, and wears a handkerchief up his sleeve. That put him in the end book with me, to start with."
"Did you know Cherry before you came to Kalvik?" Boyd asked, searching his companion's face with a look the man could not evade.
"Only casual."
"Where?"
"Nome—the year of the big rush."
"During the mining troubles, eh?"
"Sure."
"What was she doing?"
"Minding her business. She's good at that." Fraser's eyes had become green and fishy, as usual.
"What do you know about her?"