"Show him your legs," I tells the drunk. 'Not unless they're better than the Follies,' grins this
potato-brained ape. But the drunk's rolled up his pants an' down his socks an' shows 'em.
"'What t'hell done that?' says the lootenant, standin' up.
"'The doll,' says the drunk. The lootenant looks at him, and sits back blinkin'. An' I tells him about
answerin' the drunk's yells, an' what he tells me, an' what I see. The sergeant laughs an' the flatties laugh
but the lootenant gets red in the face an' says, 'Are you tryin' to kid me, Shevlin?' An' I says, 'I'm tellin'
you what he tells me an' what I seen, an' there's the doll.' An' he says, 'This bootleg is fierce but I never
knew it was catchin'.' An' he crooks his finger at me an' says, 'Come up here, I want t' smell your breath.'
An' then I knows it's all up, because t' tell the truth the drunk had a flask an' I'd took one wit' him. Only
one an' the only one I'd had. But there it was on me breath. An' the lootenant says, 'I thought so. Get