Instantly Broderick became doggedly belligerent.
"I'll spend my last dollar to keep you out of it—I'll work against you till I drop in my tracks!"
Murgatroyd seized a small thick book and leafed it over.
"You'll do both," he remarked, "and when you drop in your tracks, Broderick, it will be with hard labour. Sit down, and take that pencil and piece of paper—I want you to do some figuring."
Broderick, wondering, seated himself; Murgatroyd peered over the little book.
"Seven and seven are fourteen," he mused, "and six are twenty, and eleven——"
"What have you got there?" Broderick asked with mild interest.
"The Penal Code," answered Murgatroyd, lightly.
"Look under B. for Bribe," suggested Broderick, with an accusing glance.
Murgatroyd shook his head.