"What is the number?"
"21,105."
"Whist!" said Pat to me; "don't tell an' I'll give you fifty pounds."
I paid no heed to him, but said, "That is one of the notes stolen from the bank."
"Me mother's first cousin's sister's son," said Pat, stammering wildly, "giv' me that for change av a sovereign this marnin'!"
"You'll get your change in your sovereign's gaol for three years, note that!" I said. I can't help making a pun or two when I'm in high spirits, even if they are bad ones. I was elated with my success, and no mistake. This is the only excuse I have.
I may as well say here that the woman was found guilty of receiving some of the stolen notes. The man I arrested in the hotel was found guilty of robbing the bank. It was proved that Pat had warned "Thunder-and-Lightning," and had been rewarded by getting a share of the stolen money. Heavy sentences were passed upon them, with hard labour.
This was my first big case. I was complimented on all sides, and got promotion with a good salary tagged on.