"Lemme tell youse all about it," cried Harrigan, who was so anxious to tell that he couldn't talk fast enough. "De French leddy struck me on me old place. You know. Where I was de odder night.
"She talked a kind o' dago, but I tumbled to what she was a-givin' me. This was about half-past seven o'clock.
"'Meet me,' says she, 'in an hour.' An' she give me street an' number.
"It was West Fifty-seventh street; but dere ain't no such number. Dere's nuttin' but a high board fence.
"But that didn't make no difference, 'cause when I got dere, her jiblets was a-standing on der sidewalk, waitin' for me.
"'Drive over ter de corner,' says she, 'and' turn round an' come back.'
"I did it, an' when I got dare, she showed me dese two trunks. I hadn't seen 'em before.
"Den she give me dis mug's address, an' two bones for me fare, an' tole me ter come down here, which I did, an' I wish ter —— I hadn't; see?"
"That's a pretty good story, Harrigan," said Nick. "Patsy, get a policeman to stay here with Gaspard."
Patsy brought the blue-coat in a few minutes.