"Nat Pinkerton, King Of Detectives - The Bloody Talisman" - читать интересную книгу автора (Pinkerton Nat)

"WeТll see about that! Tell me, please, how much were you paid to move the trunk?"

"Not a hell of alot!" answered Bilsby. "The gentleman paid me one miserable dollar."

"Which gentleman?"

"The one who instructed me to take the trunk from the Hotel Victoria."

"What sort of gentleman?"

"A man of medium height, with a black beard."

"ThatТs a lie. It was a Chinaman who told you to."

Bilsby stepped back in amazement and glanced around in confusion.

"Not true," he said in turn, "I would never do a job for a yellow-faced scoundrel!"

"Where did you take the trunk?"

"To 60 Broadway. Wait, thatТs not the right number, I donТt remember it."

"Again a lie!" objected Pinkerton, "I know for sure that you delivered the trunk to Pell Street, to a narrow alley behind No. 18."

Bilsby became even more confused. Now he understood that the detective had managed to follow him.

"You see that nothing will come of your lies! Incidentally, IТll look for myself to find out how much you received for the your work."

The detective went up to the prisoner and began to rummage through his pockets.

"The devil take you!" swore Bilsby. "What right do you have to do that?"

He tried to resist but could not evade the agile detective, who pulled a pack of bank notes containing five hundred dollars from his pocket.

"Those are my savings!" shouted the angry Bilsby, "donТt you dare take them away from me!"

"Strange that you would carry such savings around with you," countered Pinkerton. "Admit that you received the money for delivering the trunk. And what was in it?"

"I donТt have any idea," muttered Bilsby.

"Do you admit now that you delivered the trunk to Pell Street?"

"So be it," he growled.

"And who did you deliver it to there?"

"I handed it over at the back entrance."

"To whom&endash;Chinamen?"