'It's gone,' he said, at last. 'It was somewheres up some street up
de town.'
'That's a lot of help,' said Jimmy. 'Try again.'
'It'll come back some time, boss, sure.'
'Then, I'm going to keep an eye on you till it does. Just for the
moment, you're the most important man in the world to me. Where are
you living?'
'Me! Why, in de Park. Dat's right. One of dem swell detached benches
wit' a Southern exposure.'
'Well, unless you prefer it, you needn't sleep in the Park any more.
You can pitch your moving tent with me.'
'What, here, boss?'
'Unless we move.'
'Me fer dis,' said Spike, rolling luxuriously in his chair.
'You'll want some clothes,' said Jimmy. 'We'll get those to-morrow.
You're the sort of figure they can fit off the peg. You're not too
tall, which is a good thing.'
'Bad t'ing fer me, boss. If I'd been taller, I'd have stood fer
being a cop, an' bin buyin' a brownstone house on Fifth Avenue by
dis. It's de cops makes de big money in little old Manhattan, dat's
who it is.'
'The man who knows!' said Jimmy. 'Tell me more, Spike. I suppose a
good many of the New York force do get rich by graft?'
'Sure. Look at old man McEachern.'
'I wish I could. Tell me about him, Spike. You seemed to know him
pretty well.'
'Me? Sure. Dere wasn't a woise old grafter dan him in de bunch. He
was out fer de dough all de time. But, say, did youse ever see his
girl?'
'What's that?' said Jimmy, sharply.
'I seen her once.' Spike became almost lyrical in his enthusiasm.
'Gee! She was a boid--a peach fer fair. I'd have left me happy home
fer her. Molly was her monaker. She--'
Jimmy was glaring at him.
'Cut it out!' he cried.
'What's dat, boss?' said Spike.
'Cut it out!' said Jimmy, savagely.
Spike looked at him, amazed.
'Sure,' he said, puzzled, but realizing that his words had not
pleased the great man.
Jimmy chewed the stem of his pipe irritably, while Spike, full of
excellent intentions, sat on the edge of his chair, drawing
sorrowfully at his cigar and wondering what he had done to give
offense.
'Boss?' said Spike.
'Well?'
'Boss, what's doin' here? Put me next to de game. Is it de old lay?
Banks an' jools from duchesses? You'll be able to let me sit in at
de game, won't you?'
Jimmy laughed.
