“S’pose I did it, meself,” said Spike, with a wink.
“Well, I knows youse didn’t do it.”
“Why not?”
“’Cause de job was done before one o’clock dis mornin’ and youse was wid yer rag down to Rivington Street along about dat time.”
“Dat’s right,” exclaimed Spike, with an oath, “and if it hadn’t bin for de rag I’m t’inkin’ I’d been into de job. She got me out of de way of it.”
“Den,” said Morris, eagerly, “youse does know who did it?”
Spike gave a huge wink and smiled a knowing smile.
“I’m kinder onto it meself,” said Morris. “I’m t’inkin’ I ain’t guessin’ far wrong when I’m sayin’ it was de swell lag Lannigan.”
Spike gave such a start as made Morris say:
“Dat’s de way you t’ink, too.”