“Yes.”
“Well, Sorr, ’twas this way ut wuz. There do be a gang av min on th’ fourth flure handlin’ stoof thot’s afther comin’ outer th’ elevaytor. Th’ elevaytor do be nixt th’ stairkase, an’ th’ min stand in loine an’ roll th’ barruls wan to anither clane acrost th’ flure. Th’ furst feller do be called ‘the guide,’ an’——”
“And you worked with these men?” I interposed.
“Shure Oi niver had onythin’ at all to do with thim. But minny a toime Oi’ve seen thim——”
“Wait,” I said, “this won’t do. I’ll start at the beginning, and ask you questions just as though you were in Court, and you answer them.”
Clancy looked a bit troubled, but he shifted himself in his chair and said, “Yiz, Sorr,” brightly enough.
“Mr. Clancy,” I began in my best jury manner, “where do you reside?”
A light gleamed in the witness’s eyes.
“City an’ County av New York—SS!” he burst out proudly.
I dropped the paper on my desk and groaned aloud. But when I saw the look of crushing disappointment on Clancy’s face I forced a smile and said,