“Well,” he said slowly, “I reckon yuh think that comin’ to see me will change things a lot, don’tcha?”
Grant cleared his throat, causing the wispy mustache to vibrate, and Brick grinned openly. The mustache amused him. He had remarked anent that futile effort of Grant’s, assuring him that he was too stingy to fill his soul with enough fertilizing to grow hair. And Grant was sensitive.
“We just came,” said Grant coldly, “to kinda talk to yuh about it, Davidson.”
“Sure, sure,” interposed Hendricks quickly. “We’ve been talkin’ among ourselves, Brick.”
Brick squinted at Leach, as if expecting some statement from him, but Leach’s sarcastic smile was his only response.
“There was that Red Hill hold-up,” said Hendricks suggestively.
“And the bank robbery at Silverton,” added Brick.
Leach laughed, but his laugh ended in a yawn, when Brick jerked his heels off the desk and turned in his chair.
“What in do yuh find to laugh at in that, Sam?” he demanded.
“Nothin’.” Leach was almost apologetic.