I don't believe you're going to go straight, so we'll start with the proposition that you're not going to run straight and work on from there.

You're clever, Brainard--I hand you that; and all the classy crooks trust you.

That's why I had picked you out for what I wanted long before you left stir.

Brainard, you're wise enough to know that some of our best pinches come from tips handed us from the inside.
Brainard"-- the slow voice had now become incisive, mandatory--"you're not going to go straight.

You're going to string along with Barney and Old Jimmie and the rest of the bunch--we'll protect you--and you're going to slip us tips when something big is about to be pulled off." Larry, experienced with police methods though he was, could hardly believe this thing which was being proposed to him, Larry Brainard.