"I want you to go back and peddle this booze, and I want you to do it so that Smiling Lou or one of his bunch will hold you up and highjack you.

Do you see what I mean?
You don't--so I'll tell you.
We'll put it in marked bottles.

I have the bottles and the seals and labels for every brand of liquor to be had in the country to-day.

With marked money and marked bottles, we ought to be able to get the goods on that gang." Casey thought of something quite suddenly and held out an imperative, pointing finger.
"There's something else that feller told me was in the car!" he cried agitatedly.

"He said he had forty pints of French champagne cached in a false bottom under the front seat.