"Know a man name of Kenner ?" He asked abruptly.
The fellow looked at Casey sidelong, without turning his head.
"Some.

Do you ?" "Some." Casey felt that he was making headway, though it was a good deal like playing checkers with the king row wide open and only two crowned heads to defend his men.
"Friend uh yours ?" The fellow turned his head and looked straight at Casey.
Casey returned him a pale, straight-lidded stare.

The man's glance flickered and swung away.
"Who wants to know ?" Casey asked calmly.
"Oh, you can call me Jim Cassidy.

I just asked." He removed his pipe from his mouth and inspected it apathetically.

"He's a friend of Bill Masters, garage man up at Lund.