“What are you wanting to hide for, Spike?” asked Patsy.
“Oh, there’s nothin’ doin’,” said Spike. “Only I want to talk to you about de things you was puttin’ up to me dis morning.”
“Well, what of it?” said Patsy.
“Didn’t you say,” said Spike, “dat there was some dollars for me if I could get something for you?”
“Yes,” replied Patsy, “that’s what I said.”
“You said it was a leather case, with somethin’ into it what you wanted; ain’t dat right?”
“See here, Spike,” said Patsy, “what are you getting to?”
“I want to git dem dollars you was talkin’ about,” said Spike. “Dere’s been nothin’ doin’ for me dis long time, and I’m broke. So if you give me de right steer, I’m goin’ for dem dollars.”
“Well,” said Patsy, “all there is of it is that a leather case, with some things in it, was taken out of that house in Thirty-fifth Street last night. The man from whom it was taken will put up good money to have it back.”
“Who is he?”