“Dat’s straight talk,” said Spike.
“Of course it’s straight,” said Patsy. “It’s one of the cases where you play your cards wid the faces up. Somebody swiped the papers. The man from whom the papers was swiped wants ’em bad and they’re wuth more to him than to anybody else. To get ’em back he’d forget in a minute that his crib was cracked. Now that’s all there is in it.”
“Does youse know for sure dat de leather case was swiped?” asked Spike, earnestly.
“Sure.”
“Does youse know who did the swiping?” asked Spike.
“No; I don’t know anything about it,” said Patsy. “But you do.”
“I think I do, but I don’t know for sure.”
“Oh, come off,” said Patsy. “You know that Lannigan and another fellow did the job.”
“Dat’s just what I think,” said Spike, earnestly. “I’m dead certain of it, but not knowin’ it for sure. Dey won’t say so.”
“Say,” asked Patsy, “didn’t they come back as they agreed to from the other side of the river?”