“Just the same,” says he, “I’m going to gaffle onto at least a hatful of those diamonds and pearls and emeralds in spite of all the guards and yachts Jonas P. Dunn can fetch here.”
“Me, too,” says I, “but how’ll we go at it.”
“Stratagem,” says he.
“What kind of stratagem?” says I.
“I dunno,” says he, “but I’m going to sit down and think one out.”
“Bully for you,” says I, kind of sarcastic, “think out a couple, one for me.”
CHAPTER XI
Naboth’s voice came back to where we sat, and it was loud, and high-pitched and excited. “Rameses III,” says he, “you done it. You done it as sure as if you’d fed him pizen.”
“What did I do? Tell me that. Say.”
“You give Mr. Topper these here appendy-siduses he’s got.”