“Arrah, how do you get it?” said Larry.
“From a gentleman, a friend o' mine, in the Custom-house.”
“A-dad, that's quare,” said Larry, laughing.
“Oh, we see queer things, I tell you,” said Goggins, “we gentlemen of the law.”
“To be sure you must,” returned Larry; “and mighty improvin' it must be. Did you ever catch a thief, sir?”
“My good man, you mistake my profession,” said Goggins, proudly; “we never have anything to do in the criminal line, that's much beneath us.”
“I ax your pardon, sir.”
“No offence—no offence.”
“But it must be mighty improvin', I think, ketching of thieves, and finding out their thricks and hidin'-places, and the like?”
“Yes, yes,” said Goggins, “good fun; though I don't do it, I know all about it, and could tell queer things too.”