He knew better than to try such a game on me.
When I was in his employ I kept my eyes and ears open, and I knew too
much about his private affairs for him to push me, even if I had been
guilty. Oh, Sammy Simpson knows a thing or two."
"That is your name?"
"Yes; Samuel A. Simpson. Generally called Sammy for short. I was his
bookkeeper and corresponding clerk."
"Maybe you're just the man I want to see," I said. "Do you know
anything about Mr. Holtzmann's private affairs in the East?"
"In Brooklyn?"
"Yes."
Sammy Simpson hesitated for a moment.
"Maybe I do," he replied, with a shrewd look in his eyes. "Is there
anything to be made out of it?"
"I will pay you for whatever you do for me."
"Then I'm your huckleberry. Who are you and what do you want to know?"
CHAPTER XXVII
THE PALACE OF PLEASURE
Mr. Sammy Simpson was a character. He was tall and slim, certainly not
less than fifty years of age, but with an evident desire to appear
much younger. His face was cleanly shaven, and when he removed his hat
to scratch his head I saw that he was nearly bald.
He was dressed in a light check suit and wore patent-leather shoes.
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