“’Tis as you loike, Sorr.”
Clancy settled himself, with resignation rather than interest expressed in his good-natured face, but I knew he was all attention.
“City and County of New York ss:” I began.
“Shure, Counsellor, Oi niver said thot. Faith, Oi want ter hilp yiz with yur kase, but sorra a wurd loike thim iver passed me lips.”
“O, never mind, Clancy!” I exclaimed, silently cursing my indiscretion. “That’s only a legal phrase with which every affidavit begins.”
“All right, Sorr. ’Tis for you ter know.”
Again Clancy assumed his attitude of resignation and I read on:
“Michael Clancy being duly sworn deposes and says that he resides at No. — West Ninety-third Street, in the City of New York, and that on the 15th day of May, 1896, he was in the employ of the Cavendish Tool Company.”
“Thrue for you, Sorr—an’ bad cess ter thim,” commented Clancy.
“That previous to May 15, 1896, he had been in the employ of said Company for nine years——”