“Where’s your proof?”
“Proof? What in do yuh want—a confession?”
Hendricks shook his head quickly.
“You couldn’t convict anybody on that evidence.”
“There’s a murder or two connected with this,” reminded Leach meaningly. “It might not be a jury case, Al.”
Hendricks laughed and shook his head.
“Don’t be a fool, Leach. Brick Davidson never done these things. Santel may be a good detective, but he sure got off on the wrong foot that time. I’d stake my life on Brick.”
“There yuh are,” said Santel disgustedly. “It’s about time for me to quit.”
“It sure is—if Brick finds it out.”
“All right,” Santel got to his feet. “I’ve quit. Now I’m goin’ to get drunk and as soon as I get paid for my work, I’m goin’ to pull my freight, sabe?”