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He sticks close behind Llanders and plugs along just as if he was used to scramblin' through a muddy hole three hundred feet or so below the grass roots. That's what it is to be 100 per cent in love. All he could think of was gettin' that ring back and renewin' cordial relations with the lovely Marcelle. But I was noticin' enough for two.
And I'll admit that all this preparation seemed kind of foolish there in the office. Ten minutes later I knew it wasn't. Not a bit. "Do we go down in a car or something?" asks Waddy. "Not if you go with me," says Llanders. "We'll walk down Slope 8. Before we start, however, it will be best for me to tell you that this was a drowned mine." "Listens excitin'," says I. "Meanin' what?"
The jack-hammer crew gave us a line on where we might find Bruzinski, and I expect for a while there I led the way. After another ten-minute stroll, durin' which we dodged a string of coal cars being shunted down a grade, we comes across three miners chattin' quiet in a corner. One of 'em turns out to be the mine-boss. "Hey, Joe!" says Llanders. "Somebody wants to see you."
"It might be one place, and it might be another. Maybe they'd know better at the office of his estate in Scranton, but as he's been dead these eight years " "Check!" says I. "It would have been a swell bluff if it had worked though, wouldn't it?" Llanders indulges in a grim smile. "But it didn't," says he. "That's the sad part," says I, "for Mr.
It was doin' some roarin' and splashin', too. I was afraid Llanders might not have noticed it. "How about it!" says I. "This ain't another visit from the creek, is it?" "Only part of it," says he careless. "The pumps are going, you know." "I hope they're workin' well," says I. As for Waddy, not a yip out of him.
Llanders stares at him curious. "You'd have an interesting time doing that, young man," says he; "very interesting." "But I say," starts in Waddy again, which was where I shut him off. "Back up, Waddy," says I, "before you bug the case entirely. Let me ask Mr. Llanders where I can call up your good friend Judson." "That I couldn't rightly say, sir," says Llanders.
"Of course," says Llanders, "if you young gentlemen are on official business, it makes a difference." "Then let's hurry along," says Waddy, startin' impatient. "Dressed like that?" says Llanders, starin' at Waddy's Fifth Avenue costume. "I take it you've not been underground before, sir?" "Only in the subway," says Waddy. "You'll find a coal mine quite unlike the subway," says Llanders.
"Wake up," says I. "You're being kidded." "But see here, my man " Waddy begins. "Mr. Llanders is the name," says the superintendent a bit crisp. "Ah, yes. Thanks," says Waddy. "It is quite important, Mr. Llanders, that I find Bruzinski at once." "Mayhap he'll be up by midnight for a bite to eat," says Llanders. "Then we'll just have to go down where he is," announces Waddy.
Llanders. No, don't look stupid. Feel in your right hand vest pocket. That's it, one of those yellow-backed ones with a double X in the corners. Ah, here! Don't you know how to present a government pass?" And I has to take it away from him and tuck it careless into the superintendent's coat pocket.
Only in one spot, off in what Llanders calls a chamber, we finds two men workin' a compressed air jack-hammer, drillin' holes. "They'll be shooting a blast soon," says Llanders. "Want to wait?" "No thanks," says I prompt. "Mr. Fiske is in a rush." Maybe I missed something interestin', but with all that rock over my head I wasn't crazy to watch somebody monkey with dynamite.
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