“And de bust-a, ees-a where?” asked Signor Di Bello.
“Gone wid the pipe.”
“Bravo!” cried the grocer, who saw the case against Juno crumbling. Locking his hands behind him, he began to whistle cheerfully, his eyes on the moving pictures of the sky.
“Shame to you, my brother!” broke out Carolina. Then she took the witness in hand. “When you have seen-a Bertino—de last-a time, ees-a when?”
“Airly this mornin’ whin we wint for the dandelie-yuns, me and the childer here.”
“And he no more coma back?”
“Divvil a hair iv him.”
“Bravo!” again from the grocer, the last barrier between him and Juno levelled.
“Where he say he go?” asked Carolina.
“Well, mum, if I understud his dog Italian and his hog English, he said he was goin’ to Jamaiky to ax at the post arface was there a letter from somebody in Mulberry.”