Big Jim greeted Johnny with a laugh. People said that the district attorney knew more and said less than any one in the county. A look of almost infinite wisdom was in his eyes as he studied Johnny.
“Well,” he questioned, “you’re goin’ to bust if you don’t talk, Johnny? Let’s have it.”
“You hit the nail, Jim. Talk—a big order of it—is what I want to git off my mind.”
“I’ve had my ears open, Johnny,” Kelsey said. “I wondered when you’d drop in.”
“You hain’t heard nothin’. You wait. I’ve found out a-plenty since I started puttin’ my nose into other people’s business, as Gallup would say. I’m here to ask for a warrant.”
nothin’“So? For whom?”
“For the coroner of this county—for the murder of Crosbie Traynor, same having occurred on the night of October 4th in a room at the Palace Hotel.
