You tink I am a fence, eh ?" The detective grinned derisively.

"You bought a piece of lace, didn't you ?" "I buy a dozen pieces maybe--vot's dot your business ?" "My business will come later.

What I want to know is whether you've got a piece with a hole in it--black, soft, and squashy--with a frill--a flounce, they call it--and I want to tell you right here that it will be a good deal better if you keep a decent tongue in your head and stop puttin' on lugs.

It's business with me." Masie had crept up and stood listening, wondering at the stranger's rough way of talking.

So had the tramp, whom Kitty had loaned to Otto for a few hours to help move some of the heavier furniture.