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"O Mahs Jimmy, I I's gwine; but" he ventured nearer "don't on no account drink nothin', Mahs Jimmy." Such was the negro's earnestness that he put one foot in the gutter, and fell heavily against his master. The parson threw him off angrily. "Thar, now! Why, Colossus, you most of been dosted with sumthin'; yo' plum crazy. Humph, come on, Jools, let's eat!
Lieuten't y' are! and I'd have bought ye a captain, and made the hearts o' your sisters jump with bonnuts and gowns and jools. Oh, Pole! Pole! why did you keep me so short o' cash? It's been the roon of me! What did I care for your brooches and your gifts? I wanted the good will of your daughters, sir your son, Pole!" Mrs. Chump stopped her flow of tears.
Dis mug's vally to Sir Thomas, dat's him. But he ain't no vally. He's come to see dat no one don't get busy wit de jools. Say, what do you t'ink of dem jools, Mr. Chames?" "Finest I ever saw." "Yes, dat's right. De limit, ain't dey? Ain't youse really " "No, Spike, I am not, thank you very much for inquiring.
They'll have to put up 'House Full' boards, at this rate. Who's the other?" "A mug what's down in de soivants' hall. I wasn't so sure of him at foist, but now I'm onto his curves. He's a sleut' all right. He's vally to Sir Tummas, dis second mug is. But he ain't no vally. He's come to see no one don't get busy wit' de jools. Say, what do youse t'ink of dem jools, boss?" "Finest I ever saw."
To de coal-cellar fer yours! G'wan! an' off dey goes! An' I gits busy ag'in, swipes de jools, an' chases meself here." Jimmy wiped his eyes. "Have you ever heard of poetic justice, Spike?" he asked. "This is it. But, in this hour of mirth and good-will, we must not forget " Spike interrupted.
"That's asking," said Dickson. "But I'll tell ye this much. It's jools." "Your own?" "No, but I'm their trustee." "Valuable?" "I was hearing they were worth more than a million pounds." "God bless my soul," said the startled manager. "I don't like this kind of business, McCunn." "No more do I. But you'll do it to oblige an old friend and a good customer.
So axepting Lord Yardham's cortasy, he returned it by ordering another glass of gin at his own expence, and they both drank it on the counter, where Jools talked of the affaers of Europ all night. To everything he said, the Earl of Yardham answered, "Wee, wee;" except at the end of the evening, when he squeeged his & and said, "Bong swore."
"Well, Jools, I hope I'm not a-doin' no wrong. I'll loan you some of this money if you say you'll come right out 'thout takin' your winnin's." All was still. The peeping children could see the parson as he lifted his hand to his breast-pocket. There it paused a moment in bewilderment, then plunged to the bottom. It came back empty, and fell lifelessly at his side.
He pointed to the head-lines on the first page. "SWIFT NEMESIS ON BUJANNOFF'S TRACK," they read. "There you have it!" Matt cried. "He robbed his partner robbed him like a dirty thief." "Half a million of jewels missin'," Jim read aloud. He put the paper down and stared at Matt. "That's what I told you," the latter said. "What in hell do we know about jools?
"Oh, wee," said the Erl of Yardham, and at the same moment his glas of ginawater coming in, he took a drink, saying, "A voternsanty, Munseer:" and then he offered it like a man of fashn to Jools. A light broak on Jools's mind as he igsepted the refreshmint.
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