Blaze nodded over the match, inhaling.
“Oh, shore, I knew that, Marsh.”
“How did you know it?”
“You have a reason for everythin’ yuh do, Marsh.”
“I don’t know whether that’s a compliment or not, Nolan.”
“No; just a statement. I told myself that Take-a-Chance Marsh pulled the wires to get me out, and that I’d have to probably pay for the job, because Marsh never does anythin’ free.”
Marsh flushed slightly and bit savagely at the end of a fresh cigar.
“You are on parole, you know.”
“Shore. Every thirty days I’ve got to report to an Arizona sheriff and tell him my sins. Ain’t supposed to leave the state. Still, I’m here in California.”
“I arranged that, too, Nolan. I hope you appreciate it.”