Indeed there
was nothing for him but to be on his way.
"I've told you the truth, Maggie; and you'll be sorry that you have
not left--if not sorry soon, then sorry a little later."
He turned to Barney with a last shot; he could not leave the gloating
Barney Palmer his unalloyed triumph. "I told you I had the straight
dope on you, Barney. Here's some more of it. I know exactly what your
game is, and I know exactly who your sucker is. We'll see if you put
it over--you squealer! Good-night, all."
With that Larry walked out. Old Jimmie regarded his partner with
suspicion.
"How about that, Barney--you being a stool and a squealer?" he
demanded.
"I tell you it's all a lie--a damned lie!" cried Barney with feverish
emphasis.
"I hope it is!" breathed Old Jimmie.
This was a subject Barney wanted to get away from. "Maggie," he
demanded, "is what Larry Brainard said about how he came here the
truth?--his seeing you on the street and then following you here?"
"How do I know where he first saw me?"
"But is to-night the first time you've seen him?"
"It is."
"Sure you haven't been seeing him?" demanded Barney's quick jealousy.
"I have not."
"Did he tell you where he came from?--where he hangs out?"
"No."
Old Jimmie interrupted this cross-examination.
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