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"Would you now?" said Bones, as if the idea struck him for the first

time "I never have sent for the police you know, and I've had simply

terrible offers put up to me"

"Or put it in the waste-paper basket," said Hamilton, and then in

surprise: "Why the dickens are you asking all these questions?"

"Why a all these questions?" repeated Bones "Because, old

thing, I have a hump"

Hamilton raised incredulous eyebrows

"I have what the Americans call a hump"

"A hump?" said Hamilton, puzzled "Oh, you mean a 'hunch'"

"Hump or hunch, it's all the saot

it"

"What exactly is your hunch?"

"There's soer solemnly

on the desk "There's a scheme behind this--there's a swindle--there's

a raines for one moment that a man of my reputation

could be taken in by a barefaced swindle of this character I think I

have established in the City of London soreed Hamilton "You're supposed to be the luckiest devil

that ever walked up Broad Street"