denying it,” said he. “D’ye think I’m ashamed of my own name?”
“You’ve got good cause to be, anyhow.”
“What the devil d’you mean by that?” he roared with his fists clenched.
“No, no, Jack, bluster won’t do with me. I was an officer in Chicago before ever I came to this darned coal bunker, and I know a Chicago crook when I see one.”
McMurdo’s face fell. “Don’t tell me that you’re Marvin of the Chicago Central!” he cried.
“Just the same old Teddy Marvin, at your service. We haven’t forgotten the shooting of Jonas Pinto up there.”
“I never shot him.”
“Did you not? That’s good impartial evidence, ain’t it? Well, his death came in uncommon handy for you, or they would have had you for shoving the queer. Well, we can let that be bygones; for, between you and me,—and perhaps I’m going further than my duty in saying it,—they could get no clear case against you, and Chicago’s open to you tomorrow.”
“I’m very well where I am.”
