Chi Foxy wiped an imaginary tear from his eye.
“And I can’t keep away from the scene of my crime,” he said. “I come back here time after time—”
“Did you do the murder here?” asked P. Gubb with increased interest.
“A DETECKATIVE LIKE YOU ARE OUGHTN’T TO NEED TWENTY-FIVE CENTS SO BAD AS THAT”
“That’s what I did,” said Chi Foxy. “I did it here. Take me down to the lock-up. Me and you can hold me all right.”
“It’s somewhat out of the ordinary common run for a feller to be a deteckative and the criminal murderer he’s chasing both at once,” said P. Gubb doubtfully.
“That’s so, ain’t it?” agreed Chi Foxy. “It looks that way. But facts are facts, ain’t they?”
“Quite occasionally they are such,” agreed P. Gubb.