"It's a mighty tight fix," he said reflectively, as he walked up from the river front, "and what makes it worse is that the inspector will be certain I've run away because I had something to do with the murder."
There could be no question but that he was in a bad scrape, and the more he thought of it the more serious did the whole affair appear.
"Hello, Johnny! Whater you doin' up here?"
Without really thinking he was the one addressed, Jet looked around, and saw a small boy in district messenger's uniform beckoning vigorously to him.
"Was you calling me?" he asked, as he crossed the street.
"Sure. Ain't that a New York cap?"
"Yes."
"Whater you doin' here?"
"That's what I'd like to know," Jet replied ruefully.
"Well say, what's crawlin' on you? Run away, eh?"