That's a Frenchman's name." "It fitted you all right in 27th Street a few hours ago." "I was not there.

I can prove it." "Of course you can.

You'd be a poor sort of crook if you couldn't.
But what's this ?" the roundsman had found some letters and a pocketbook in an inner pocket of the chauffeur's closely buttoned jacket--"M.
Anatole Labergerie, care of Morris Siegelman, saloon-keeper, East Broadway, N.Y.," he said.

"You know someone named Anatole, anyhow, so we are warm, as the kids say," he went on sarcastically.
"I say nothing.

I admit nothing.