"He said he knew I had some game on,
and he said he knew who the sucker was I was planning to trim."
"Did he say who the sucker was?"
"No."
"If Larry Brainard really did know, then who would he be having in
mind?"
Barney hesitated; but he perceived that this was a question which had
to be answered. "Young Dick Sherwood, of the swell Sherwood family--
you know."
Barlow did not pursue the subject. According to his arrangement with
Barney, the latter's private activities were none of his business.
"I'll get busy with the drag-net; we'll land Brainard this time," said
Barlow. And then with a grim look at Barney: "But Larry Brainard's not
what I got you up here to talk about, Palmer. I wanted to talk about
two words to you--and say 'em to you right between your eyes."
"Go ahead, Chief."
"First, you ain't been worth a damn to me for several months. You've
given me no value received for me keeping my men off of you. You
haven't turned up a single thing."
"Come, now, Chief--you're forgetting about Red Hannigan and Jack
Rosenfeldt."
"Chicken feed! They're out on bail, and when their cases come up,
they'll beat them! Besides, you didn't give me that tip to help me;
you gave it to me so that you could fix things to put Larry Brainard
in bad with all his old friends.
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