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" and make him swallow himself. Correct. The programme still holds good." "But, Tuppy, I keep assuring you, as a competent eyewitness, that nobody snitched Angela from you during that Cannes trip." "No. But they did after she got back." "What?" "Don't keep saying, 'What? You heard." "But she hasn't seen anybody since she got back." "Oh, no? How about that newt bloke?" "Gussie?" "Precisely.
Someone's snitched to the district attorney, I'll bet. That'll make the Chief sore, all right and he's 'way up in the country, too. I don't dare wire it to him. No, someone'll have to take a copy of this paper up there to him and tip him off. He'll be redheaded if he doesn't know about it. He was the last time anything happened. Hurry up. Finish with this car. I'll take it myself."
I'm Henry Blaine. My friends and I have come here to-night on a confidential errand, and I'd like a word in private with you." The man he called "Al" muttered something which sounded like a disclaimer. Then he caught sight of the Doctor's face over Blaine's shoulder, and a spasm of black rage seized him. "Oh, it's you, is it? You've snitched, d n you! I'll do for you, for this!"
Well, I got paroled out inside of two years, and for nearly six months I had to report to the police ever' so often. Every time I reported I had my pockets full of loot I'd snitched durin' the month, stuff the bulls were lookin' for in every pawn-shop in town, but to save my soul I couldn't somehow manage to get myself caught with the goods on me.
Somebody snitched though, so the last I heard of him he was doing a twenty-year stretch. Pity, too. He was an artist in his line, that fellow. And his taste in neckties I have never seen equaled." The Butterfly Man's voice, evenly pitched and pleasantly modulated, a cultivated voice, was quite casual. He gathered his tools together and replaced them in the old worn case.
The night of the escape in order to keep up our morale we were helpfully told that both refugees had been snitched e'er they had got well without the limits of the town, and been remanded to a punishment consisting among other things, in travaux forces a perpetuite verbum sapientibus, he that hath ears, etc.
"Nerve nothin'!" she denied. "He wouldn't shoot through me. I know that well enough." "Why wouldn't he? And how do you know?" "Because, and I do. That's enough." "Which particular one is he?" "I ain't sayin'." "Do you like him as much as that?" Shrewdly. "Not the way you mean." Dispassionately. "Then who is he?" "I ain't sayin', I tell you!" "You snitched on Nebraska." Persuasively.
Dago Jim's voice roared out, hoarse, blasphemous, in drunken rage: "De Gray Seal see! Youse betcher life I knows! I been waitin' fer somet'ing like dis, damn youse! Youse been stallin' on me fer a year every time it came to a divvy. Youse've got a pocketful now youse snitched to-night dat youse are tryin' to do me out of. Well, keep 'em" he shoved his face forward. "I keeps dis see!
"Man," she continued earnestly, "you have looked in his face and you tell me it will be a dance to prove him The McTavish?" "He is a McTavish," admitted Mr. Traquair; "so much I knew before he told me his name." "He has in his pocket the bit shirt that wee Colland wore when the gypsies snitched him and carried him over seas; it's all of a piece with many another garment of wee Colland's.
"Who in hell said you did!" growled the officer. "You're supposed to have snitched the lay to us, that's all and mind you play your part! Come on!" It was two doors down the hall to Mike Hagan's room, and there one of the officers, putting his shoulder to the door, burst it open and sprang in. The other shoved Jimmie Dale forward. It was quickly done. The three were in the room.
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