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Updated: July 13, 2025
Malay put the money in this safe here, and that's what Slimmy was after for a starter. I told Slimmy I was all through that I was goin' straight. He wouldn't believe me. I guess you don't. I guess nobody will. I got a record that's mabbe too black to live down, and oh, well, what's the use! I meant to live decent, but I guess any chance I had is gone now." His voice choked.
An' youse can take a turn dis time pushin' de knots, Pinkie; mabbe youse'll have better luck." The light went on again. Both men came back across the room, and now Pinkie Bonn knelt at the wall while the Pug leaned over the washstand watching him. Pinkie Bonn was not immediately successful; the Pug's nerves, of which he had complained, appeared shortly to get the better of him.
'Ye think nought o' taking oop wi' him about as ranty, wild a young feller as ever stepped. The girl reddened, and bit her lip. 'I don't know what you mean, Mr. Garstin. It seems to me ye're might hasty in jumpin' t' conclusions. 'Mabbe I kin see a thing or two, he retorted doggedly. 'Luke Stock's gone to London, anyway. 'Ay, an' a powerful good job too, in t' opinion o' some folks.
Rhoda Gray started. She was conscious now that she had been leaning forward, staring in a startled way at Pinkie as he talked; conscious now that for a moment she had forgotten that she was Gypsy Nan. But she was mistress of herself on the instant, and she scowled blackly at the Pug. "Mabbe it's me soft heart dat's touched!" she flung out acidly. "Youse close yer trap, an' let Pinkie talk!"
"Mabbe she ain't well! Tell us about it, Nan!" "When I do," she said complacently, "mabbe youse'll smile out of de other corner of dat mouth of yers!" She turned to Shluker. "Youse needn't lay awake waitin' fer dat thousand, Shluker, 'cause youse'll never see it. De little game's all off 'cause it's already been pulled. See?
He stopped twirling the dial, and looked up. "Mabbe it'll take longer than we figured on. Are you sure there ain't no chance of Malay gettin' back? I'd rather stack up against every bull in New York than him." The twisted smile on Jimmie Dale's lips still lingered. So that was Slimmy Jack there, leaning against the safe! Slimmy Jack and Birdie Lee!
Come on into the back room and make yourselves comfortable. I'll be mabbe five minutes, or so." Jimmie Dale's brain was whirling. What did it mean? He could not seem to understand. His mind seemed to refuse its functions. Travers, the chauffeur ALIVE! He drew in his breath sharply. That curtain in the corner! He must see this out now! They were coming!
"'Ello, Larry!" returned the other. "Aw, nuthin'! De nutcracker on Chang, dat's all." "I t'ought mabbe dey was lookin' for some guy dat was in dere," observed Jimmie Dale. "Nuthin' doin'!" the other answered. "I was in dere meself. De whole mob beat it clean, an' de bulls never batted an eye. Didn't youse pipe me make me get-away outer Shanghai's a minute ago?
Then added, eyeing her closely: 'Ye're lookin' sick, lass. Her faint smile accentuated the worn, white look on her face. 'I reckon ye've been frettin' yeself, he continued gently, 'leein' awake o' nights, hev'n't yee, noo? She smiled vaguely. 'Well, but ye see I've coom t' settle t' whole business for ye. Ye thought mabbe that I was na a man o' my word.
"Youse ain't through yet!" interrupted the Tocsin tartly. "I ain't heard youse askin' me nothin'! I ain't on me uppers like Larry, an' mabbe de price don't cut so much ice see?" "Aw," said the Magpie, with a smirk, "I don't have to ask youse on dis lay. Dis is where youse'd come in on it fer marbles. Say, dis is where we gets de hook into a guy by de name of Henry LaSalle! Get me?"
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