Chapter 17

“She look like Jack’s girl?” inquired Sam Potter. “Well, when Jack brought her in I thought of it right away. Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe I’ve seen Jack’s girl somewhere else. It’s likely—where _are_ those damn studs!—m—m—yes; what would any girl be chasing _me_ for, Sam?” “I’m not asking you,” said Potter in his honest, hearty, disarming way, “but maybe you pulled off a job on some young lady in black—” “You wrong me, Sam,” said Welper, gently. “If I ever do any business with anybody their face is like a photograph in …