I've brought something that'll be of more use to you than that letter, and don't you forget it." "What ?" asked Warrington skeptically.
Suddenly Bill leaned forward, shading his voice with his hand.

"I was in Hanley's for a glass of beer this noon.

I sat in a dark place.

The table next to me was occupied by Martin, McQuade, and a fellow named Bolles." "Bolles ?" "You've been away so long you haven't heard of him.

He handles the dagos during election.