"Only I t'ought I'd let youse know.
I was passin' Moriarty's an' got de tip.

Say, some guy's croaked Jake Metzer dere." "Aw, ferget it!" observed the Runt airily.

"Dat's stale.

Was wise to dat hours ago." Jimmie Dale's face fell.

"But I just come from dere," he insisted; "an' de harness bulls only just found it out." "Mabbe," grunted the Runt.