human
Sam Barney had mighty bad luck to-day. First off, somebody passed a lead dime on him, an' then he lost as many as fifteen cents at one slap.
gpt
How?
human
That's what he can't make out. He had the money in the same pocket where he always carries it, when all of a sudden it was gone.
gpt
Somebody touched him.
human
Must be, an' Sam thinks he's got an idea who it is.
gpt
Can't be any of the reg'lar gang, 'cause I don't know a feller what would do a trick like that.
human
Sam's keepin' mighty close about it, an' I wouldn't wonder if he found the whole business out before long. He comes near to bein' a reg'lar detective, you know.
gpt
Who? Sam?
human
Sure.
gpt
But what does he know about the detective business?
human
Perhaps he's learnin' it same's you are the fireman's racket.
gpt
Of course if a feller studies over anything of that kind he'll soon come somewhere near knowin' a little about it, an' Sam is posted in more ways than one.
human
Then how does it happen he let anybody go through him?
gpt
That's the funny part of it, an' the folks what did it must have been mighty slick, 'cause, you see----