I know who you
are, for I've seen your photo in the papers. So, what I did was
this: to try a ventriloquist trick which has offen bin of use in
my carere, just as folks were on the boat's gangway. Thro'
making that disturbance, and a little skill I have got by doing
amatoor conjuring to amuse my wife and famly, I was able to slip
the case of my employer's jewls into your breast pocket without
your knowing. And I had to take away what you had in, not that I
wanted to rob one who had done good by me, but because if I'd
left it the double thickness would have surprised you and you
would probably have pulled out my case to see what it was. Then
my fat would have bin in the fire, with certin persons looking
on, and you in danger as well as me which wouldn't be fare. I've
got your case in my pocket as I write, but I won't open it
because it may have your sweetart's letters in. You can get your
property again by bringing me my master's, which is fare
exchange. I can't call on you, for I don't know where your going
and daren't hang round to see on account of the danger I run,
and needing to meet a pal of mine who will help me.
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