"Oh, come now, you needn't try to tell us that you--you live here.

You're a cracksman, my friend, that's what you are--" Ossie tugged at Perry's sleeve, but Perry failed to notice it.
"One look at that face of yours is enough, old top," continued Perry.
"It's got crook written all over it!" "It has, has it ?" gasped the man.

"Let me tell you that my name is Drummond, sir, and that this is my house, and that is my safe, and--and if you'll mind your own business--" "What!" asked Perry weakly.

"You mean that you--that this--you mean that--" "I mean," interrupted the man angrily, "that I was about to deposit some money in that safe, some money I'd been carrying around in my pocket all the evening and feared I might lose, when you--you young thugs set on me and knocked me down! Knocked me down right in my own house, on my own hearth-rug! Why, you--you--" Mr.Drummond's wrath got the better of his speech and he only sputtered, waving an accusing finger at the retreating Perry.

Wink was already glancing about for a means of escape and Ossie was frankly deserting.
"I--I didn't know!" gasped Perry.