She laughed as the second glove came off with a final jerk.
"I heard you'd been hitting the pots. Isn't it a shame! The poor kid! I heard it's a kangaroo."
Gibbs made no comment.
"He was a raw one, too, wasn't he?"
"Well, he's a young Dutchman--he filled in with the mob several moons back."
"What was the rap?"
"He boosted a rod, and they settled him for that; he got a stretch. Then he was in when they knocked off the peter in that P. O. down in Indiana."
"That's what I couldn't get hip to; Mason wasn't--"
"No, not that time; they had him wrong; but you know what them elbows are."
"They must have rapped hard."