I'm not very busy." "That's exactly it," smiled Tex Calder, "I want you to get busier." "Thanks." "In the first place I'll be straight with you.

Wells Fargo hasn't sent me here." "Who has ?" "My conscience." "I don't get your drift." Through a moment of pause Calder's eyes searched the face of Hardy.
"You've been pretty flush for some time." "I ain't been starvin'." "There are several easy ways for you to pick up extra money." "Yes ?" "For instance, you know all about the Wells Fargo money shipments, and there are men around here who'd pay big for what you could tell them." The prominent Adam's apple rose and fell in Hardy's throat.
"You're quite a joker, ain't you Calder?
Who, for instance ?" "Jim Silent." "This is like a story in a book," grinned Hardy.

"Go on.

I suppose I've been takin' Silent's money ?" The answer came like the click of a cocked revolver.
"You have!" "By God, Calder--" "Steady! I have some promising evidence, partner.

Would you like to hear part of it ?" "This country has its share of the world's greatest liars," said Hardy, "I don't care what you've heard." "That saves my time.