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- 126 DETECTIVE BOB che ahpope - believe I vas live in de nineteen cealbney, and in de State and gounty of New York, I comes vorvard, vorse mad as twenty Spanish pull. fichters. a” 33. +?, -* 4% lw “e eS Sones Ve a ™ “a > ie i “ae FPN . >! ee + ‘ * 7 ~~“ e Ad “¥ ww 5. Bs, “‘Vat vas dis matter here?? I roar owed, so you could ~ hear de vedder-vane rattle mit de shimney overhead. “*Dis shentlemans have no money,’ said de vaiter, drembling like a dog chewing bones, in fear he should be discharged for vaiting on him. “Vaty I say, ‘you vant do dole me you lose your money ?’? and I make up my eyebrows like two mad cats’ dails. . ‘“*Fie-chew! Oh, no,’ said dot bad gonsumpted man, bulling on his kid gloves shust like alady. ‘No, no; I assure you, sir, I did not have any money ven I come here’’ doubled savage forward—‘you vant to dole me, you miserbale, gonsumpted, von-lung, hic-chew thief, you eat “*And you vant do dole me,’ I cried, mit my fists of me fifteen dollar and half delecatecens, and had no | money to pay mit?’ ‘““Hie-chew! There! there!’ he said, vile he pushed his fingers shently into de gloves; ‘I have not gonblained of your sharges. Dey vas, in fact, very reasonable. I had | expected de bill vould be at least twenty dollar.’ “Vell, if Saint Baterick’s gathedral dropped on me, I could not veel vorse baralyzed. “My vind vent avay gombletely ven he gomplimended de reasonable brice, and for sixteen minutes I couldn’t speak above a visper. ‘But all de vile I vas making my mind vedder I should fire him over de ash-cart by de street or ask him to smoke a fifty cent cigar, and sweep de floor mit him. “To make the matter more gomblicated, de English shen- tlemans spoke mit me, for he saw swift death chumping up and down from my eyes. “*“Don’t be hasty mit de shentlemans,’ he said. ‘De shentleman might only be a little egesentrick. Let me speak a vord mid him.’ ‘So he takes a twenty-dollar bill owed of his pocket, and vispers do de gonsumptive man: ‘Sir, such things might happen even Ghay Gould ven he might be skylarkin’ owed late at night. Eggsept, I vould beg, de ineggsificant loan of twenty dollar from a stranger. ’ “And vid dat he slips de bill into dot bad abe 3 man’s hand, comicbooks.co