Trapes ran a speculative eye over Ravenslee's lounging form.
"H'm!" said she musingly, "but even if you did happen to lick him, what
about th' gang?"
"Echo, Mrs. Trapes, promptly answers, 'what'?"
"Well, Mr. Geoffrey, I can tell ye there's been more 'n one poor feller
killed around here to my knowing--yes, sir!"
"But the police?"
"Perlice!" snorted Mrs. Trapes. "M'Ginnis an' his father have a big pull
with Tammany, an' Tammany is the perlice. Anyways, Mr. Geoffrey, don't
you go having no trouble with Bud M'Ginnis; leave him to some one as is
as much a brute-beast as he is."
"But then--what of Spike?"
"Oh, drat him! If Arthur ain't got the horse sense to know who's his
worst enemy, he ain't worth a clean man riskin' his life over--for it
would be your life you'd risk, Mr. Geoffrey--mark my words!"
"Mrs. Trapes, your anxiety on my account flatters me, also I'm glad to
know you think me a clean man. But all men must take risks--some for
money, some for honour, and some for the pure love of it. Personally, I
rather like a little risk--just a suspicion, if it's for something worth
while.
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