"Perhaps the prosecutor's goin' to divvy with us, Thorne!"
Murgatroyd smiled and laughed; but somehow the smile and laugh did not
include Thorne.
"I'm not going to divvy up, as you call it, just yet--not _just_ yet,"
he replied, pointedly.
Broderick shut his eyes and digested the glance and the reply. Both
seemed to satisfy him, for he nodded genially.
Rising now, and sitting lazily across one corner of his desk, Murgatroyd
turned his attention to Thorne.
"I wanted to have a talk," he said casually, "with the man who owns
Cradlebaugh's."