“I say,” said Harry, in a dull way, “s’posin’ ye knew a man yu didn’t like! Couldn’t ye put him in this ’ere ’sylum an’ swear he wuz crazy?”
Isaac looked sharply at Harry.
“Have you any friends you want to git rid of?” he asked.
“Wall, I dunno! That depends.”
The keeper chuckled.
“You kin bet your dimes that this is a straight joint,” he said. “If anybody gits in hyar they stays hyar.”
“P’r’aps ye won’t let us out,” said Harry, suspiciously.
Isaac laughed loudly.
“P’r’aps we won’t, you jay!” he declared. “This is a hot place for jays, you can bet!”
“Do women ever go crazy?” asked Harry, credulously.