He said it in a tone that Dopey Jack could understand and the
gangster protested. "Well, Mr. Carton, haven't I made good?"

"You have so far," grudgingly admitted Carton who was greedy for
everything down to the uttermost scrap that might lead to other
things. "Now, who was the man above you, to whom you reported?"

"Mr. Murtha, of course," replied Jack, surprised that anyone
should ask so simple a question.

"That's all right," explained Carton. "I knew it, but I wanted you
on record as saying it. And above Murtha?"

"Why, you know it is Dorgan," replied Dopey, "only, as I say, I
can't prove that for you any better than you can."

"He has already told about his associates and those he had working
under him," explained Carton, turning to us. "Now Langhorne--what
do you know about him?"

"Know about Langhorne--the fellow that was--that I robbed?"
repeated Jack.

"You robbed?" cut in Kennedy. "So you knew about thermit, then?"

Dopey smiled with a sort of pride in his work, much as if he had
received a splendid recommendation.

"Yes," he replied. "I knew about it--got it from a peterman who
has studied safes and all that sort of thing. I heard he had some