CHAPTER 10A HAUL OF CHANEYS
Litton’s face darkened. “I don’t know,” he said, “I gave you your chance before. I ought to stick to my word now, and make trouble for you. I’m set and ready for it, and it’s what you deserve.—Now, what’s your real name?”
“Bud Lorrain.”
“Is that straight, this time?”
“I swear it’s the real name.”
“Not Mike Lorrain, maybe?” sneered Litton.
“No, sir. It’s Bud Lorrain.”
“Who was your partner?”
“Steve Chaney.”
“All right,” said Litton. “Now you start at the beginning, and tell me what I want to know.”
“The Judge called me in,” said Lorrain. “Me and Steve.”
“What judge?”
“Judge Chaney—Lawrence Chaney.”
“And who’s the Judge?”
“Why, he’s the head of the Chaneys. He’s the top mongul.”
“Go on, then.”
“The Judge called the pair of us in,” said the other, “
