“De limit,” agreed Spike.
“I can’t imagine you three thousand miles from New York. How do you know the cars still run both ways on Broadway?”
A wistful look came into Spike’s eyes.
“I t’ought it was time I give old Lunnon a call. T’ings was getting too fierce in Noo York. De cops was layin’ for me. Dey didn’t seem like as if they had any use for me. So I beat it.”
“Bad luck,” said Jimmy.
“Fierce,” agreed Spike.
“Do you know, Spike,” said Jimmy, “I spent a great deal of time before I left New York looking for you.”
“Gee, I wish you’d found me. And did youse want me to help on some lay, boss?”
“Well, no, not that. Do you remember that night we broke into that house up-town—the police-captain’s house?”
“Sure.”