"And have you got it now ?" "Yes, I got it now." The grin broadened--the triumphant grin of a boy when he hears the click of a trap and knows the quarry is inside.
"Can I see it ?" "No, you can't see it." The man's cool persistency again irritated him.
"I buy dot for a present and I--Look here vunce! Vat you come in here for an' ask dose questions?
I never see you before.

Dis is my busy time.
Now you put yourselluf outside my place." The detective made a step forward, turned his back on the rest of the shop, unbuttoned his outer coat, lifted the lapel of the inner one, and uncovered his shield.
"Come across," he said, in low, cutting tones, "and don't get gay.

I'm not after you--but you gotter help, see! I've traced this mantilla down to this shop.

Now cough it up! If you've bought it on the level, I've got a roll here will square it up with you." Otto gave a muffled whistle.

"Den dot fellow vas a tief, vas he?
He didn't look like it, for sure.