The Sleuth of St. James's Square by Melville Davisson Post
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and my unspeakable carelessness in permitting the official
letters brought to me on the day before by the post-office messenger to be seen. In my relaxation I had forgotten the eye of the chair attendant. I took the cigar out of my teeth and looked at him. "`And I'll say a little something myself!' I could hardly keep my foot clear of him. `When you got sober this morning and remembered who I was, you took a turn up round the post office to make sure of it, and while you were in there you saw the notice of the reward for the stolen bond plates. That gave you the notion with which you pieced out your fairy story about how you got the dollar tip. Having discovered my identity through a piece of damned carelessness on my part, and having seen the postal notice of the reward, you undertook to enlarge your little game. That's the reason you wouldn't take fifty cents. It was your notion in the beginning to make a touch for a tip. And it would have worked. But now you can't get a damned cent out of me.' Then I threw a little brush into him: `I'd have stood a touch for your finding the fake tanner, because there isn't any such person.' "I intended to put the hobo out of business," Walker went on, "but the effect of my words on him were even more startling than I anticipated. His jaw dropped and he looked at me in astonishment. "`No such person!' he repeated. `Why, Governor, before God, I found a man like that, an' he was a banker - one of the big ones, sure as there's a hell!'" |
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