“As d' old frail goes round d' place, among all d' rest, she looks t'rough d' windows into d' summer kitchen. She gets onto d' dirt that's dumped, as I states, in one corner. But she don't see none of d' gang, bein' dey's down in d' hole at d' time, so she don't fasten to nothin'.
“At last she's seen enough an' sherries her nibs to d' cat'edral.
“That's all right if it's only d' end; but it ain't. When it gets to about 2 o'clock, this old skate in petticoats goes toinin' nutty ag'in about d' empty house. Over she spins to grab another glimpse, see! When she strikes d' summer kitchen she comes near to throwin' a faint. D' pile of rubbidge is twenty times as big!
“That settles it! d' joint is ha'nted! an' wit' that notion all tangled up in her frizzes d' old mut makes a straight wake for d' priest.
“'D' empty house nex' to d' bank is full of ghosts!' she shouts, an' then she flings her apron over her nut an' comes a fit.
“Now, this priest is about as sudden a party as ever comes over d' ocean. Youse can't give him no stiff about spooks, see! Bein' nex' to d' bank is a hot tip, an' he takes it.
“Nit! he don't go surgin' round for his prayer-books an d' hully water. It would have been a dead good t'ing if he had. Nixie weedin'! D' long-coat sucker don't even come over to d' house.
“What does he do? He sprints for d' nearest p'lice station at a 40 clip, an' fills up d' captain in charge wit 'd' story till youse can't rest. After that, it takes' d' p'lice captain about ten seconts to line up his push; an' be coppin' a sneak, he pinches me gopher an' his two pals right in d' hole. Dey was gettin' along beautiful at d' time, an' in ten hours more dey would have had that bank on d' hog for fair.
Dey was dead games at that. While dey gets d' collar, not one of 'em coughs on me, an' me name ain't never in it from start to finish. Dey was game, true pals from bell to bell, an' stayed d' distance.
“It was d' bummest finish, all d' same, for what looked like d' biggest trick, an' d' surest big money, that I ever goes near. Youse may well peel your peeps! If it wasn't for that old Irish keener an' her ghost stories, in less than ten hours more we wouldn't have got a t'ing but complete action on more'n a million plunks! There was a hay-mow full of money in that bin!