"Yes, dat's right. De limit, ain't dey? Ain't youse really——"
"No, Spike, I am not, thank you very much for inquiring. I'm never going to touch a jewel again unless I've paid for it and got the receipt in my pocket."
Spike shuffled despondently.
"All the same," said Jimmy, "I shouldn't give yourself away to this detective. If he tries pumping you at all, give him the frozen face."
"Sure. But he ain't de only one."
"What, more detectives? They'll have to put up 'house full' boards at this rate. Who's the other?"
"De mug what came dis afternoon. Ole man McEachern brought him. I seed
Miss Molly talking to him."
"The chap from the inn? Why, that's an old New York friend of
McEachern's."
"Anyhow, Mr. Chames, he's a sleut'. I can tell 'em by deir eyes and deir feet, and de whole of dem."
An idea came into Jimmy's mind.