Capitolo 30
"No I am hanged if I want", he simply said.
An agreeable sneer covers the face of Jones Medio.
"You have more nerve that prudence", he observed. "But I don't do
says you it is not right. As you will stick to the ship, holds
Your eye on that gum. If it impediments go its taking, you connect me."
"Every right", young Mr. Worthwhile Dorr. "Whatever Your small game is,
I will play him/it. Give me Your address in case you leave city."
"How I can do. I will rent a press-sharp desk on special
orders to dig through the files of the place and near city
newspapers for recent articles respect to cases of dog-poisoning. If ours
unknown you/he/she has conceived a new method of canicide, he is rather possible
you/he/she has been able to work him in some other place, also. Good-from, and if you are not able
is wise, is accurate."
Dog-poisoning the average of Jones seemed to Do for being become a popular
pastime in and around New York, judging from the succession of news
you articulate that poured in on him from the sharp desk. A lot
days were exhausted from false signs. Then a morning arrived there,
among the other data, an article from the morning of Bridgeport Delineator
what it caused the announcement-visor to sit above with a bump. It detailed the
poisoning of many dogs under particular circumstances. Three hours
later him it was in the city of Connecticut that acts. There him taken
carriage for the house of the Mr. Curtis Fleming which precious Gran
Dog of Danish had been the last victim.
The Mr. Curtis Fleming revealed him as an elderly, gentleman everybody
grown to a point: white nose and sharpened, eyes of which were unite-stung
irascible glint and a more pointed way of discourse.
"Who is?" he rancidly required, as his/her visitor was introduced in.
It mediates Jones it recognized the type. He knew of but a way of giving
with him.
"Jones!" him ritorgè with so amazing emphasis that the
monosyllabic enough exploded in the other face.
"Well, well, well", says the oldest man, his/her aspect suddenly
softened. "Doesn't make bite me. What kind of a Jones is, and that that