Dolan rasped a hand across his stubbly chin. "One would be enough," he admitted. "If you could find the one."
"It wouldn't have to be a mistake having to do with this particular case, either, would it?"
"Not necessarily. Of course it would be better to trip him up on this case, but if you can get hold of something else Luke has done that can be proved anyways shady it would be four aces and the joker. Luke would have to pull in his horns about this mortgage. And if I know Luke, he'd do it. He's got nerve, but it ain't cold enough nor witless enough to go up against the shore thing."
"If only McFluke would talk. He knows the ins and outs of this business."
Dolan nodded. "Shore as yo're a foot high Dale gave him that black eye."
"And shore as yo're a foot high he downed Dale."
"I guess likely. But circumstantial evidence is amazing queer. You can't ever tell how the jury's gonna take it. But anyway we got McFluke, and he'll do to start in on."
Entered then Kansas Casey with a serious face. "McFluke has sloped," said he without preliminary.
"What!" cried Judge Dolan.
But it was characteristic of Racey Dawson that he did not say "What!"
He asked "How?"