Detective Bob Bridger — page 119: what you’re looking at

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— 112 DETECTIVE BOB BRIDGER. A moment later the slide opened, and Goucher’s voice demanded : ‘"Who’s there ?” “It was only me, Mr. Goucher,” returned the Jew, re- | moving his hat and bowing. ‘“ Vas it right—might I come in ?” Ng “Yes,” came the gruff answer. The slide slid shut, and the bolt was heard to slide back. While awaiting the opening of the door the Jew shook his right hand swiftly above his head in the manner peculiar to his class, and said, audibly, as if for his own gratifica- tion : “I know you vant to sheat me. But you can’t! You can’t—you tief, you can’t sheat Sammy Muggins.“ But as the door opened his hat was again in his hand, and in the most serile manner he bowed, smiled, and scraped, saying, as he passed within: “Vy, Mr. Goucher, you vas lookin’ quite as bright as a dollar coin dis evening. And how vas Mr. Tom and Mr. Jack? Vy, I vas glad to see you all.” As the door banged to, and the bolt..shot to its place, his greeting still continued within. Softly leaving their nook of concealment, the detectives — approached the crack in the door, as before. “What have you got there?” demanded Goucher, point- ing to the package which Sammy Muggins carried. “It vas only cooking-butter, Mr. Goucher, vat I vas tak- ing to Rachel, Moses’ daughter, Mr. Goucher.” “And have you got anything for me?” “No, Mr. Goucher—but if you have de money for de necklace I vould take it by Moses wid me.” “ Well, it was the necklace ‘wanted,’ and I’ve got the money for you.” | “ How much, Mr. Goucher ?” “Two hundred dollars.” “ Holy Moses, man! Vy, de diamonds separate might be pawned for more! Vy, vas not de reward by de advertise- ment for five hundred dollar 2?” “ That’s what the advertisement offered.” “Vell, your share vas to be de half?” “No, Sammy, we were to whack, half and half, after the © , toning had their ‘commish.’ They took one hundred and—”’ | ) “Von hundred !—vat a sheat !” “Get out, you bloke! They would have given five hun- dred out of their own pockets to have set their ‘glims’ on — comicbooks.co