“That polite gentleman who shoved a gun in our faces and asked for our bonds an’ mortgages.”
“You don’t say!”
Artie laughed.
“I knew you’d be excited,” he said.
“How do you know who it was?” asked Guy incredulously. “We couldn’t see ’is face in the fog.”
“I recognized ’is voice.”
“Is that all?”
“No, but that’s enough. Two men never had his voice—a combination of a squeak and a roar. You couldn’t miss it among a million.”
“I remember it all right,” said Guy. “But that isn’t proof enough. You couldn’t have ’im arrested on that.”
“Oh, I wasn’t thinking of having ’im arrested. He didn’t get anything from us. I only had some fun with ’im.”