“What you goin’ to do, Bob?”
“I’m going to lay round Wall Street till that Mortimer feller comes outer the bank.”
“What do you mean? You hain’t goin’ to knock him out, are you, Bob?”
“Shucks, Tom, you wouldn’t make no kind of a detective. Of course I wouldn’t do that. Why, that would spoil the whole game.”
“Well, then, what are you goin’ to do?”
“Why, I’ll do just as any detective would—follow him, of course.”
“Is that the way they do it, Bob?”
“Some of ’em do, when they have a case like this one.”
“This is a gosh fired hard one, ain’t it, Bob?”
“Well, ’tain’t no boy’s play—not a case like this one.”