Broderick held out his hand, and asked with a show of interest:—
"What are they, anyway?"
"See for yourself," returned Murgatroyd; and leaning back in his chair comfortably, he gave himself up to watching the changes in the countenance of the other, who proceeded to scan the batch of papers with marked interest. And, although Broderick made no comments, he did a lot of thinking. Finally eyeing Murgatroyd with suspicion, he asked:—
"Without prejudice to anybody's rights, I'd like to know how you got all this?"
"It's easy when you know how," returned Murgatroyd, smiling; "and I've learned how."
Broderick's face broke into a confused, distorted smile.
"Now, without making any damaging admissions," he conceded, "do you know it would be blamed uncomfortable for me if I were dealing with any other prosecutor than you?"
The prosecutor smiled again.
"How do you know it won't be uncomfortable for you as it is?"
Broderick burst into a laugh.