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“Hard to tell”

The blue jay stuck out his hand “Tim Holian Waterbury Brass Works”

“Jasper Smith Schenectady Dry Goods,” replied Scully, and then he heard every detective’s nightmare

“Schenectady? Then you sure as heck know my cousin Ed Kelleher He’s president of the Rotary in Schenectady”

“Not since he ran off with my wife’s niece”

“What? No, there must be some mistake Ed’s a married man”

“Just thinking about it irl is barely fifteen”

Holian retreated dazedly toward Mott Street Scully continued loitering between the opera house entrance and a bo shielded irefor a roper to discover him

“Say, brother, looking for a good time?”

Scully looked hied clothes, forer the violent sort but perfectly willing to deliver hiaze fixed on his watch chain was any clue “What did you have in mind?”

“Want to irls?”

Scully pointed toward Mott Street “Fellow that was just standing here in a straw hat He’s looking for girls”

“What about you? Want to see deranged addicts in an opium den?”

“Shove off”

The roper took his expression as fair warning and headed after the man from Waterbury Scully continued to loiter