Casey Ryan was the first man he had confided in; all others were fair game for Nolan to prove honest or dishonest with the government.

The very nature of his business made it so.

For when whisky runners drove openly in broad daylight through the country with their unlawful loads, somewhere along the line officers of the law were sharing the profits.

Nolan knew none of them,--by sight.

If he carried the records of some safely memorized and pigeonholed for future use, that was his own business.