Chapter 43

The answer came voluble and craven: "I don't know who the guy was. I never seen him before. Honest, I didn't know there was anything crooked in it. I'm no crook, boss." "Describe the man who sent you here." The answer came readily: "A medium old guy, stoutish, not real fat. Had his hair brushed in a funny way, old-fashioned-like, and a little chin whisker." "That's my man!" said Jack grimly. "Where did you meet him?" "I was standin' in front of the pitcher theater on Seventh below Forty-Second with some other f…