From: Gamby <mer...@ct...> - 2009-08-13 21:13:45
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Rib than play errand boy for a man I wouldn't trust on look-out!" "Where does Charley live?" asked Morrow. "How should I know? He hangs out at Lafferty's saloon, down on Sand Street, when he ain't off on some steer or other--leastways he used to." Morrow folded the warrant slowly, in the pause which ensued, and returned it to his pocket while the couple watched him tensely. "All right, Pennold," he said, at last. "I guess I won't have to use this now. If you've been square, an' told me all you know, you won't be bothered about that matter of the Mortimer Chase silver plate. If you've kept anything back, Blaine will find it out, and then it's good-night to you." "I ain't!" returned Pennold, with tremendous eagerness. "I've told you everything you asked, an' I don't savvy what you're gettin' at, anyway. If you're tryin' to mix Jimmy Brunell up in any new case y |