“His name is Herron, and he lives in that house.”
“What does he do downtown?”
“Oh, he’s a broker or something in Broad Street.”
“Say, I want ter git de rights of dis,” said Spike, in a businesslike way.
“I’m givin’ it ter you as much as I know.”
“Well, what was in de case? Money, checks? What?”
“Why,” said Patsy, “as I understand it, it was some drawings and a model of a new invention, which is valuable.”
“Well, wasn’t his nibs tryin’ to rob the inventor of it?” asked Spike, shrewdly.
“The inventor is dead,” said Patsy, wondering where Spike got all his knowledge from.
“Den it was his widder?” said Spike.