“Are you a real post office robber?”
CHAPTER XII
Hostesses and Guests
Mike affected to be greatly embarrassed by the question of Nora Friestone. He swallowed what seemed to be a lump rising in his throat, grinned in a sickly way and then asked as if much distressed:
“Do ye insist on me answering yer quistion?”
“I do,” she replied, with an expression of tremendous solemnity.
“Then I’ll hev to own that I’m the champion post office robber in Maine. It was mesilf that plundered three offices, each a hundred miles from the ither, on the same night and burned up an old man, his wife and siven children that vintured to dispoot me will. I’ve been in the bus’ness iver since the year one and me home is Murthersville at the head of Murthersville Creek in Murthersville County.”