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What do you think? Arnold Baxter has escaped from prison." "What!" ejaculated Tom, and on the instant the kite was forgotten, and Tom smashed it directly through the middle with his foot as he came to his brother's side. "Yes, he has escaped, and in the slickest manner I ever heard of. I tell you, Tom, he is a prize criminal, if ever there was one." "But how did he get out?" "How?
If such a man as this ever stepped over the deadline he would not be merely "the slickest cracksman in America"; he would be one of the master criminals of the earth. I fancy he must have felt this intoxicating new access of power, for there emanated from him something of a fierce and exalted delight. A potentiality, as yet neither good nor evil, he suggested a spiritual and physical dynamo.
"In the first place," said his companion, with the air of one who presents his credentials, "I want you to understand that I am a crook. Out West I am known as Rowdy the Dude. Pickpocket, supper man, second-story man, yeggman, boxman, all-round burglar, cardsharp and slickest con man west of the Twenty-third Street ferry landing that's my history. That's to show I'm on the square with you.
And got away with it again confound his soul!" "What happened? Any more dirty work? Did anything get into the papers?" "No oh, no! You've got that sized up wrong, Larry. He's no yellow journalist or anything like that. He's only the slickest underground worker this town ever saw with his confounded apologetic, worried-looking mask of a face.
Once he sold a Calf to the Butcher, several Hours after the Calf had been struck by Lightning. As for ordering Goods and having them charged to his Father, that was one of the Slickest Things he ever did. About the time the Joker was old enough to leave Home, he traveled out through the Country selling Bulgarian Oats to the Farmers.
"A row; a quarrel, you mean?" forgetting myself in surprise. "Who's Kirby?" "Joe Kirby; yer sure must know him, if yer a river man. Slim sorter feller, with a smooth face; slickest gambler ever wus, I reckon." "Why, of course," getting control of myself once more. "We picked him up, 'long with Tim, down river. Hed two women with 'em, didn't they? runaway niggers?"
We found in the two-inch sole of the left shoe, which of course he did not take with him, a hollow place, a very serviceable receptacle. In it was the bulk of the missing Withers jewelry, the stones unset, pried from their gold and platinum settings. "They are, I dare say, there now." The two policemen stared wide-eyed at Bristow. He was, they decided, the "slickest" man they had ever seen.
"Jest so jest so," affirmed the Clown, his blue eyes beaming with enthusiasm as he resumed: "Wall, sir, you'd oughter seen Ed Munsey when he fust seen it. 'Gol, says Ed; and his eyes stuck out like marbles. 'Godfrey Mighty! says Ed; 'wall, sir, says he, 'if it ain't the slickest fixed up place I ever seen. Goll! Ed was tickled. 'Must 'er cost more 'n forty cents, says he.
I must say that was the slickest, pluckiest thing ever I saw anywheres. I don't know what would I I declare I don't know how to thank you." The lady looked at him a moment before replying. Then she began to laugh, a jolly laugh that was pleasant to hear. "Don't try, please," she said chokingly. "It wasn't anything. Oh, mercy me! I'm all out of breath.
The fellow has behaved himself so far in New York, but out West he is known under various names as one of the slickest rogues that ever escaped hanging. At one time he was the chief of a band of international crooks and blackmailers that operated in London, Paris, Buenos Ayres, and the City of Mexico.
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