Tell
me," he added, "where you found this."
"It was not, stric'ly speakin', found," said Hunch with a modest cough.
Once more, overwhelmed afresh by Carl's appearance, he let his good eye
go roving.
"Tell it," said Carl with what patience he could muster, "in your own
way."
"I ask yuh to remember," urged Hunch with a firm belief in the dignity
of this phrase, "that I was still drunk an' batty in me thinker when
the old she-wol--Gr-r-r-r-r-r--the Old One told me to dig out. So I
halts on the corner to collect me wits an' by'm'by I sees a guy wid a
darkish face an' lips like Link. He comes along, looks up an' down
suspicious, sees the door ain't tight shut an' heel-taps it up the
steps. He opens the door an' by'm'by he helps the Old One to a taxi
an' makes out to walk off--see--whiles she's a watchin'. Later, when
the taxi turns the corner, back he goes, heel-taps it up the steps
ag'in, an' goes in at the door he ain't locked, though he'd made out he
had. An' right there," said Hunch impressively, "right there is where
yer Uncle Hunch feels a real glimmer in his bean an' goes back.
Thin-lips ain't in sight. Yer Uncle Hunch softly heel-taps it upstairs
an' finds the darkish guy adoptin' a paper with a fatherly pat, which
he slips in his coat pocket.
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