"To
think that I've only to invent a trap to catch a crook, for a blamed
crook to walk right into! You, Mr. Man," and he nodded his great
head at me, "you'll recollect me telling you that I'd gotten one
when you come in that night with the other sport? Say, pity he's
not with you now; he was a good boy, and I liked him a lot; but he
wanted to know too much, and I guess he'd got to want. But I'm
liable to tell you now, or else bu'st. See that decanter on the
table?"
"I was just looking at it," said the person in sequins. "You don't
know what a turn I've had, or you'd offer me a little something."
"You shall have a little something in a minute," rejoined Maguire.
"But if you take a little anything out of that decanter, you'll
collapse like our friend upon the floor."
"Good heavens!" I cried out, with involuntary indignation, and his
fell scheme broke upon me in a clap.
"Yes, sir!" said Maguire, fixing me with his bloodshot orbs. "My
trap for crooks and cracksmen is a bottle of hocussed whiskey, and I
guess that's it on the table, with the silver label around its neck.
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