“Hello, Burt! It does my eyes good to see you,” said the detective’s former schoolmate.
Burt took the hand that was extended to him. He could not forget the old days, even if the man had sunk to the level of a thief.
“You knew where I could be found if you were anxious to see me.”
“I’ve been abroad.”
“Turning over a new leaf, I suppose?” remarked Burt.
“Don’t be sarcastic, Burt; that’s just what I’m about.”
“Is this crib a fit lounging-place for a reformed criminal?”
Cook, as we shall continue to call him, actually blushed.
“I can come here without falling from grace.”
“You were in Africa.”