And he said the front cushion had a blind pocket around the edges that was full uh dope.

Hop, he called it." Mack Nolan whistled under his breath.
"And he turned the whole outfit over to you for sixteen hundred dollars or so ?" He stared thoughtfully into the fire.

Abruptly he looked at Casey.
"What the deuce had you done to him, Ryan ?" he asked, with a quizzical intentness.

"He must have been scared stiff, to let go of all that stuff for sixteen hundred.

Why, man, the 'junk'-- that's dope--alone must be worth more than that.