McGregor peered into the half darkness and said
what he thought should be said. "You are in a hole," he began. "You
don't want me, you want a big name. They're all set to hang you over
there." He waved his hand in the direction of the First. "They're
going to hand you over as an answer to a stirred up city. It's a job
for the biggest and best criminal lawyer in town. Name the man and
I'll get him for you and help raise the money to pay him."
Andrew Brown got up and walked to McGregor. Looking down at him he
spoke quickly and determinedly. "You do what I say," he growled. "You
take this case. I didn't do the job. I was asleep in my room when it
was pulled off. Now you take the case. You won't clear me. It ain't in
the cards. But you get the job just the same."
He sat down again upon the iron cot at the corner of the cell. His
voice became slow and had in it a touch of cynical humour. "Look here,
Big 'un," he said, "the gang's picked my number out of the hat. I'm
going across but there's good advertising in the job for some one and
you get it."
CHAPTER V
The trial of Andrew Brown was both an opportunity and a test for
McGregor. For a number of years he had lived a lonely life in Chicago.
He had made no friends and his mind had not been confused by the
endless babble of small talk on which most of us subsist.
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