"Tell me about the new hospital--that little concrete job."
Broderick leaned forward, his face growing crimson as he did so, and
peered into the face of Murgatroyd.
"What are you gettin' at?"
Murgatroyd opened a drawer within his desk and took out a bulky batch of
papers.
"Broderick," he said severely, "do you know that I've got you implicated
in more than thirty different violations of the law right here in town?"
"Me?" Broderick looked incredulous.
"Yes, you!" answered Murgatroyd, evenly.