behold the first strange gentleman, and Billy held his breath, expecting to witness a sensational capture. To his unspeakable disgust the supposed sleuth grinned affably at his supposed quarry and said: "Ah, Hyman! Is the stuff any good?"
"How did you find it out?" asked the first strange gentleman.
The other smiled winningly. "Why, I dropped into your place the other day, and that beautiful daughter-in-law of yours mentioned incidentally where you'd gone and what for. She's a good soul, Hyman, bright, and as chatty as she can be."
"Ach! That Malke! She goes back right off to De Lancey Street, where she belongs," said the first stranger, plainly irritated.
"How did you find the stuff, Hyman?"
"Have you et your supper yet?"
"Yes—'tisn't Kosher, is it? How did you find the stuff?"
"No, it ain't Kosher—nothing ain't Kosher!"
"It's a devilish sight worse, though. How did you find the stuff, Hyman?"
The one called Hyman here seemed to despair of putting off this query.
"No good! No good!—not a decent piece in the lot! I pledge you my word as a gentleman I wouldn't pay the freight on it to Fourth Avenue!" Billy remarked that the gentleman said "pletch" for pledge and "afanoo" for avenue.
The second stranger, hearing this, at once became
