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You're worth a thousand bucks to any fly-cop that nips you in this town. I'm handin' you a little dope that you can slide out on and not get stuck." "Thanks, Sweeney. Well, I'll ring you up from Kalamazoo." "Kalamazoo? In them clothes?" "Sure. There's a law against travelin' naked in some States. Where you been grazin' lately?"
They are combing the city right now for Hobart, and if they get him, this bubble of yours is likely to be pricked." "Hell, they won't get him. There isn't a fly-cop in Chicago who could locate Jim in a week, and as for Natalie, believe me she is quite able to take care of herself." "But where is she?" "At home, of course, if you must know 'Fairlawn, isn't that the name of the place?
Up stepped a plain-clothes man there were lots of 'em there, dressed exactly like preachers and hustling us spirits around just like cops do on earth and by the arm he dragged whom, do you think? Why, Liz! The court officer took her inside and closed the door. I went up to Mr. Fly-Cop and inquired about the case. "A very sad one," says he, laying the points of his manicured fingers together.
Why I never once connected you two together. Is is this guy your father?" "I don't know about that," she returned indifferently. "It is a matter of argument I believe. However, Bob, what's the odds now? I am the one you're after, Mister fly-cop; and here I am." She walked forward, almost proudly, her eyes shining, and gazing fearlessly into his. He stepped back, one hand extended.
Say" he paused to stare at Ravenslee, keen-eyed and with jaws clamped rigid "you ain't a fly-cop one o' these sleuthy gum-shoe men, are ye?" "No." "Well, you ain't one o' these fool amateur guys doin' the dare-devil detective act like you read about in th' magazines, are ye?"
With that "fly-cop" and the two hoboes at my heels, and under the direction of the former, I led the way to the city jail. There we were searched and our names registered. I have forgotten, now, under which name I was registered. I gave the name of Jack Drake, but when they searched me, they found letters addressed to Jack London.
Unfortunately, I do not know with whom I am conversing." "Quite easily remedied. I am Joe Hogan, commonly called 'Red' Hogan. The moniker means nothing to you." "I never heard it before." "I thought not, which merely proves you are not a 'fly-cop, only a measly busy-body sticking your nose into some one else's business.
"Haven't I handled every case for you in confidence. I'm not a fly-cop, Captain Cronin. I'm a consulting specialist, and there's no shingle hung out. Perhaps you had better take it to some one else." Shirley pushed away his empty glass impatiently. "There, Monty, I didn't mean to offend you.
"I prefer this to my last one." "What was that?" "Ridin' blind baggage." It was his turn to laugh, and he did so. "I thought I was not mistaken," he said at last, sobering. "You are the same lad the train hands put off the Atlantic Express at Vernon a week ago." I nodded, beginning to suspect him of being a fly-cop who had spotted me for a pull. "I never noticed the name of the burg," I returned.
Again the look of suspicion. "I came because you could help me, but not by a reading." "What do you mean?" Plainly she was frightened. "I don't put people away. That's out of my line. Honest!" "Do I look as if I wanted anything crooked done?" Orme smiled. "It's hard to tell what folks want," she muttered. "You're a fly-cop, aren't you?" "What makes you think that?"
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