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224 DETECTIVE BOB BRIDGER. “They would, eh? They would not, then. But in twenty- four hours after they found them we’d be in the ‘cooler’ ourselves.” “ How do you make that out?” ‘“‘T make it out that Bridger was sittin’ in the same cab a-listenin’ when the ‘gam’ told me of the signal, the dog’s death, and the ‘boodle’ in the Muggins’ safe; and, if they hunt Bridger up, he’ll drop to it in a twink that we are the ‘jiggers’ that did the job.” “Well, why didn’t you think of that before?” ventured “Jack, the Fork.” “Why didn’t you and Ted think of tyin’ Muggins a little more sensible? Don’t you notice that the coroner’s dropped to the fact that the old ‘bloke’ was tied down before he was hung up? I tell you them welts your rope left on him gives things a bad look, and go to prove to all creation, from babies up, that the Jew was murdered.” “That’s got nothing to do with Bridger,” quoth “Jack, the Fork.” ‘No, perhaps not. But it goes to show that the one thing was a slip of the memory on my part, and the other was a ship of judgment on yours. And betwixt the two slips matters looks risky for us, I warn you all.” “Bah!” ejaculated “Tom, the Frog.” ‘‘I don’t weaken foracent. Suspectin’ and provin’ are two different things. Let’s wait till we hear that we’re suspected before we ‘beef.’ ” ‘Make no mistake, I’m neither weakenin’ nor beefin, Tom, my boy,” said Goucher. ‘But my clothes would fit me better if Bridger had managed to’ve dropped through the trap instead of you, when we tried to put him there.” “Well, what are you goin’ to do about it?” “What am I goin’ to do about it, eh? Why, I’m goin’ to put him there. Nor I’ll never feel easy till he’s ae to bed with a shovel ten feet below the sewer.” CHAPTER LVI. BRIDGER TRAPPED. At dusk on the evening subsequent to Goucher’s avowed determination to murder Bridger the party arrived in New — York from Alton, and repaired to the St. Nicholas Hotel. _ Thoroughly absorbed with their own affairs, Bridger or comicbooks.com >