His great form blocked the doorway.
"No," he cried fiercely, "it's not money I want this time.

Quest, you brute, you dirty bloodhound! You sent me to the pen for five years--you with your cursed prying into other people's affairs.

Don't you remember me, eh?
Red Gallagher ?" "Of course I do," Quest replied coolly.

"You garrotted and robbed an old man and had the spree of your life.

The old man happened to be a friend of mine, so I took the trouble to see that you paid for it.