"It's like this, boss," he began in a hoarse voice. "You don't know me, like Mr. Krafft says, but there's plenty that do. I got a lot of infloonce down here, and when anybody wants anything they know where to come to get it, which is right to headquarters—here," he slapped his great chest.
"Get on," interrupted Krafft impatiently. "We'll take it for granted that you are a great man."
Mex looked at him reproachfully, but went on:
"About this Cora trial: they come to me for good, reliable witnesses, and I got 'em, and drilled 'em. There ain't nobody in it with me for making any witness watertight."
"How many witnesses?" prompted Krafft.
"Eight," replied Mex promptly.
"How much?"
"Well, they give me five thousand fer to git the job done," admitted
Mex, with some reluctance.
"Hope they got some of it," commented Krafft.
"Who gave you the money?" demanded Keith.