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If I were you I wouldn't go so far another time. There's a lot of cotton velvet and satin about it, you know, between ourselves, and Finnigan's people will be getting the laugh on us. That's one of the things I wanted to mention. Don't be quite so good to us. See? Otherwise well, you know how Calcutta talks, and what a pretty girl Beryl Stace is, for example. Mrs.
He spoke again from the corner of his mouth, almost inaudibly. "Are youse sure it was Stace croaked Metzer? Wot fer? How'd yer know?" The Runt was listening, his eyes strained toward the stairs. The hall door to the street was closed, but both were quite well aware that there was an officer on guard outside. "He told me," whispered the Runt. "Metzer was fixin' ter snitch on him ter-night.
Never do go to bed, far as I can make out. They tromp the streets all day and dance at them cabby-rets all night. My feet would be all wore out." Stace Wallis grinned. "So would my pocketbook. I've heard tell how a fellow can pay as high as four or five dollars for an eat at them places." "Nothin' to it nothin' a-tall," pronounced Red dogmatically. Hollister always knew everything.
Said Adhelmar: "I have read of her fairness in the chronicles of Messire Stace of Thebes, and of Dares, who was her husband's bishop. And she was very comely, neither too little nor too big; she was fairer and whiter and more lovely than any flower of the lily or snow upon the branch, but her eyebrows had the mischance of meeting. She had wide-open, beautiful eyes, and her wit was quick and ready.
He come to me after croakin' Metzer, an' he's been hidin' up dere all afternoon." Stace Morse known in gangland as a man with every crime in the calendar to his credit, and prominent because of it! Something seemed to go suddenly queer inside of Jimmie Dale. Stace Morse! Was he wrong, after all? Jimmie Dale drew closer to the Runt. "Yer givin' me a steer, ain't youse?"
If a fellow started at one end of that street with a thirst he'd sure be salivated before he reached the other end of it," Stace said with a grin. "Wonder if a fellow could get a job there. They wouldn't have no use for a puncher, I reckon," Slim drawled. "Betcha Clay could get a job all right," answered Johnnie Green promptly. "He'd be top hand anywhere, Clay would."
"That he has told the truth," said Jimmie Dale quietly. "It is quite true that Stace Morse committed the murder. Shows up the value of circumstantial evidence though, doesn't it? This would certainly have got him off, and convicted Clayton here before any jury in the land. But the point is, Carruthers, that Stace Morse ISN'T the Gray Seal and that the Gray Seal is NOT a murderer."
"I'd take a li'l' bet that New York ain't lookin' for no champeen ropers or bronco-busters," said Stace. "Now if Clay was a cabby-ret dancer or a Wall Street wolf " "There's no street in the world twelve miles long where Clay couldn't run down and hogtie a job if he wanted to," insisted Johnnie loyally. "Ain't that right, Clay?" Clay was not listening.
Metzer was going to show you up; and so, Metzer being in the road, you removed him. And you seized on the fact of Stace Morse having paid a visit to him this afternoon to fix the crime on Stace Morse. Proofs? Oh, yes, I know you've manufactured proofs enough to convict him if there weren't stronger proofs to convict YOU."
If he ever came to her mind as a fugitive memory it would be in the guise of a churlish boor as impossible as his own hill cattle. "Question is, could you land a job in New York if you wanted one," explained Stace to the dreamer. "If it's neck meat or nothin' a fellow can 'most always get somethin' to do," said Lindsay in the gentle voice he used.
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