“Spike!” said Jimmy warningly.
“Well, couldn’t we?” said Spike doggedly. “It ain’t often youse butts into a dead easy proposition like dis one. We shouldn’t have to do a t’ing excep’ git busy. De stuff’s just lying about, boss.”
“I shouldn’t wonder.”
“Aw, it’s a waste to leave it.”
“Spike,” said Jimmy. “I warned you of this. I begged you to be on your guard, to fight against your professional instincts. Be a man! Crush them. Try to occupy your mind. Collect butterflies.”
Spike shuffled in gloomy silence.
“’Member dose jools you swiped from de Duchess?” he said, musingly.
“The dear Duchess!” murmured Jimmy. “Ah, me!”
“And de bank you busted?”
“Those were happy days, Spike.”