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Updated: May 19, 2025
Yeh're tellin' th' trute, bhoy, yeh're tellin' th' trute! He'd a-made a good undhershtudy for ould Nobby Guy, down Regina." He settled himself comfortably and lit his pipe. "Eyah, th' good ould days, th' good ould days!" he resumed reminiscently, between puffs, "Hark now till I tell ye th' tale av ould Nobby!" "Is that the man they used to Josh about, down Regina?" enquired Redmond.
An' yeh're all right to your owner so long's yeh make good. After that it's twenty-three, forty-six, double time for yours. I know what th' game is when you've hit th' top of th' pile. It's a fast mob, an' yeh got to keep up with th' band-wagon. You're makin' money fast and spendin' it faster. Yeh think it'll never stop comin' your way.
A block further down another fell into line; and he it was who panted at the step an instant after the cab had lurched to a stop before the entrance to the St. Luke Building. Hickey had rolled out before the policeman had a chance to bluster. "'Lo, Bergen," he greeted the man. "Yeh know me I'm Hickey, Central Office. Yeh're jus' in time. Anisty's in this buildin' 'r was ten minutes ago.
Strike me pink if I ain't a'most forgotten what the taste o' it's like. "'Me, too, said Harry Towers, the carpenter. 'A schooner o' lager an' ale! Sakes! Wouldn't it jest sizzle down a day like this? "'My aunt! I'd give a month's pay f'r a quart, the surly Britisher says fiercely. "'A quart, why don't yeh ask for a barrel while yeh're about it; then I'd help yeh drink it, I says.
"It's Mrs. Maitland," he told the man with a tremor. Hickey nodded, unimpressed. "Uh-huh. I knowed that all along," he replied. "But seein' as yeh didn't want it talked about...." And, apparently heedless of Maitland's startled and suspicious stare: "If yeh're goin' to see yer fren', yeh better get a wiggle on. He won't last long." "Who? Bannerman? What the deuce do you mean?"
"What the devil!" he cried hotly, jingling the handcuffs. "Ah, come off," Hickey advised him. "Yeh can't bluff it for ever, you know. Come along and tell the sarge all about it, Daniel Maitland, Es-quire, alias Handsome Dan Anisty, gentleman burglar.... Ah, cut that out, young fellow; yeh'll find this ain't no laughin' matter. Yeh're foxy, all right, but yeh've pushed yer run of luck too hard."
"The sleuth!" gasped Maitland, astounded. "Ah, cut that, can't yeh?" Hickey got on all fours, found his cigar, stuck it in his mouth, and fell into place at Maitland's side. "Hickey, I mean. But how " "If yeh're Maitland, 'nd Anisty's at the St. Luke Buildin', tell that fool up there to drive!" Maitland had no need to lift the trap; the cabby had already done that.
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