I done it.
That's all.

She went up the steps, and that's the last I seen of her." "Did she carry a small gripsack ?" "Yep.

It would hold about as much as a high hat." Explicit as the information was it led nowhere, apparently.

Mr.
Birnes readily understood this much, yet there was a chance--a bare chance--that he might trace the girl on the 'L,' in which case--anyway, it was worth trying.
"What did she look like?
How was she dressed ?" he asked.
"She had on one of them blue tailor-made things with a lid to match, and a long feather in it," the cabby answered obligingly.

"She was pretty as a--as a--she was a beaut, Cap, sort of skinny, and had all sorts of hair on her head--brownish, goldish sort of hair.