“Get out!” cried Maggie, waving Maloney back. “I don’t want to see your treacherous features. Don’t show your face to me! You’ve broke my poor heart! you’re a monster! Go back to your wife!”
“Me woife?” shouted Dennis, astounded. “Go back to phwat?”
“Back to your wife, you monster! Had seventeen girls on the string at once, did you? Bragged about it, did you? If I’d ever found that out in time, I’d served you the way the other one did: I’d married you!”
“Sure, darlint, Oi don’t undershtand yes,” faltered Maloney. “It’s not married Oi am at all, at all.”
“Not—not married?”
“Not yit, and Oi nivver will be onless ye have me yersilf.”
“But—but—but your friend—your friend, Officer McGee—he told me you were married this morning.”
Maloney glared at the disguised boy, at the same time reaching for his club.
“Me fri’nd, Officer McGee?” he rasped. “So thot’s phwat he’s been telling ye, is it? Well, now Oi think Oi’ll hav a bit to say to Officer McGee, a mon phwat Oi nivver saw before in all me loife. Ye lyin’ shnake! Oi’m goin’ to break yer head, so Oi am!”
He meant it, too, for he charged at Dick, who barely escaped with a nimble duck and a quick dodge to one side.