“Well,” he said, “youse has found me. What’s de trouble?”
“Say, Spike,” said the new man. “Does youse know anything about dat job of crib-cracking up in Thirty-fifth Street?”
Spike partly closed his eyes and regarded the other keenly and suspiciously. At length he replied:
“Naw! Nor youse eder, Bally Morris.”
“Dat’s right,” replied the other, “I don’t know much for a fact. But I got a couple of lines onto it dat you can work if yer knows who did the job.”
Again Spike looked at the young fellow, but this time it was not alone suspiciously, but with an evident desire to have him show his hand. He altered his tone and manner toward the newcomer.
“Have some booze?” he asked.
As the lad he called Morris sat down at the table he said a little more genially:
“What about dem lines youse has got?”
“Dey’s all right if yer knows who did the job,” replied Morris.