"But you weren't," commented Murgatroyd.
"No, sir!" said Broderick. "I don't do jobs that way. You could have gone through the thing with a microscope, and you wouldn't have found hair nor hide of Broderick."
Murgatroyd lazily closed his eyes, and murmured:—
"Tell me about the new hospital—that little concrete job."
Broderick leaned forward, his face growing crimson as he did so, and peered into the face of Murgatroyd.
"What are you gettin' at?"
Murgatroyd opened a drawer within his desk and took out a bulky batch of papers.
"Broderick," he said severely, "do you know that I've got you implicated in more than thirty different violations of the law right here in town?"
"Me?" Broderick looked incredulous.
"Yes, you!" answered Murgatroyd, evenly.