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"He didn't say?" echoed Rhoda Gray, a little tartly. "Wot d'youse mean, he didn't say? Have youse seen him?" Shluker jerked his hand toward the telephone instrument on the desk. "He was talkin' to me a little while ago." "Well, den" Rhoda Gray risked a more peremptory tone "where is he?" Shluker shook his head again. "I dunno," he said. "I'm tellin' you, he didn't say."
Now, wot d'youse say are youse on?" "Sure!" The second speaker's voice had lost its hesitancy now; it was gruff, assured, even eager. "Sure! I guess youse have pulled a winner, all right! Wot's de lay? Have youse doped it out?" "Ask me!" responded the other, with a complacent chuckle. "Youse look after de old guy, dat's all youse have ter do. Hook up wid him, an' keep him busy at his house.
"I presume I am." "Well, wot yer waitin' fer?" "To see how badly you are hurt. Your head struck the stones with frightful force when you fell." "Did it? Well, it feels dat way! Here's a lump as big as yer fist. But wot d'youse care?" "I didn't know but your skull was fractured." "Wot difference did dat make?" "I didn't want you to remain here and suffer with a broken head." "Didn't, eh?
Rattling his tools, he followed me with apparent reluctance. As he entered the wine-shop he snorted, after the manner of gas-men, "Where's de leak?" "You find-a da leak," grunted Albano. "What-a you get-a you pay for? You want-a me do your work?" "Well, half a dozen o' you wops get out o' here, that's all. D'youse all wanter be blown ter pieces wid dem pipes and cigarettes?
Aw, say, dere's nothin' to it, I can open dat old tin box wid a toothpick!" "Mabbe youse can, but mabbe de stuff ain't dere now mabbe it's in de bank," demurred the second voice. "Don't youse worry! It's dere! Where else would it be! Ain't I told youse it was near five o'clock when I went dere an' dat's after de banks are closed, ain't it? Well, wot d'youse say?"
"Why, youse damned fool," jeered the Weasel, "d'youse t'ink youse can get away wid dat! Say, take it from me, youse are a piker! Say, youse make me tired. Wot d'youse t'ink youse are? D'youse t'ink dis is a tee-ayter, an' dat youse are a cheap-skate actor strollin' acrost de stage? Aw, beat it, youse make me sick!
Rattling his tools, he followed me with apparent reluctance. As he entered the wine-shop he snorted, after the manner of gas-men, "Where's de leak?" "You find-a da leak," grunted Albano. "What-a you get-a pay for? You want-a me do your work?" "Well, half a dozen o' you wops get out o' here, that's all. D'youse all wanter be blown ter pieces wid dem pipes and cigarettes?
"Who d'youse t'ink it is-me gran'mother?" demanded Rhoda Gray caustically. "Who are youse?" "Rorke," said Rorke shortly. "I guess you know, don't you?" "Is dat so?" snorted Rhoda Gray. "Well den, youse can beat it hop it on de jump! Wot t'hell right have youse got bustin' into me room at dis time of night eh? I ain't done nothin'!" Rough Rorke, his feet scuffling to feel the way, came forward.
Fifteen thousand dollars all in big new bills, five-hundred-dollar bills I t'ink dey was dat's wot!" "How d'youse know it was fifteen thousand?" demanded another voice. There was a short, vicious laugh; then the voice of the first speaker again: "'Cause I heard him say so, an' de old guy counted it, an' sealed it up in an envelope, an' gave Curley a receipt, an' tucked de green boys into de safe.
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