"I put you on noddin--dot's your bis'ness, dis puttin' on, not mine." He had walked out of the office and was beckoning to the tramp.

"Here, you! You go down-stairs and tell Hans to come up k'vick--right avay." The tramp slouched up--a sliding movement, led by his shoulder, his feet following.
"Maybe, boss, I kin help if you don't mind my crowdin' in." He had listened to the whole conversation and knew exactly what would happen if he carried out Kling's order.

He had seen too many mix-ups in his time--most of them through resisting an officer in the discharge of his duty.

Kling, the first thing he knew, would be wearing a pair of handcuffs, and he himself might lose his job.
He addressed the detective: "I saw the guy when he come in and I saw him when he went out.

Mr.O'Day saw him, too, but he'd skipped afore he got on to his mug.