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"
’
Who
is
it
,
anyway
?
’
asked
one
of
the
dudes
.
"
’
He
’
s
Sparrow
MacCoy
,
the
most
notorious
card
-
sharper
in
the
States
.
’
"
Up
he
jumped
with
a
bottle
in
his
hand
,
but
he
remembered
that
he
was
under
the
flag
of
the
effete
Old
Country
,
where
law
and
order
run
,
and
Tammany
has
no
pull
.
Gaol
and
the
gallows
wait
for
violence
and
murder
,
and
there
’
s
no
slipping
out
by
the
back
door
on
board
an
ocean
liner
.
"
’
Prove
your
words
,
you
—
—
!
’
said
he
.
"
’
I
will
!
’
said
I
.
’
If
you
will
turn
up
your
right
shirt
-
sleeve
to
the
shoulder
,
I
will
either
prove
my
words
or
I
will
eat
them
.
’
"
He
turned
white
and
said
not
a
word
.
You
see
,
I
knew
something
of
his
ways
,
and
I
was
aware
of
that
part
of
the
mechanism
which
he
and
all
such
sharpers
use
consists
of
an
elastic
down
the
arm
with
a
clip
just
above
the
wrist
.
It
is
by
means
of
this
clip
that
they
withdraw
from
their
hands
the
cards
which
they
do
not
want
,
while
they
substitute
other
cards
from
another
hiding
place
.
I
reckoned
on
it
being
there
,
and
it
was
.
He
cursed
me
,
slunk
out
of
the
saloon
,
and
was
hardly
seen
again
during
the
voyage
.
For
once
,
at
any
rate
,
I
got
level
with
Mister
Sparrow
MacCoy
.
"
But
he
soon
had
his
revenge
upon
me
,
for
when
it
came
to
influencing
my
brother
he
outweighed
me
every
time
.
Edward
had
kept
himself
straight
in
London
for
the
first
few
weeks
,
and
had
done
some
business
with
his
American
watches
,
until
this
villain
came
across
his
path
once
more
.
I
did
my
best
,
but
the
best
was
little
enough
.
The
next
thing
I
heard
there
had
been
a
scandal
at
one
of
the
Northumberland
Avenue
hotels
:
a
traveller
had
been
fleeced
of
a
large
sum
by
two
confederate
card
-
sharpers
,
and
the
matter
was
in
the
hands
of
Scotland
Yard
.
The
first
I
learned
of
it
was
in
the
evening
paper
,
and
I
was
at
once
certain
that
my
brother
and
MacCoy
were
back
at
their
old
games
.
I
hurried
at
once
to
Edward
’
s
lodgings
.
They
told
me
that
he
and
a
tall
gentleman
(
whom
I
recognized
as
MacCoy
)
had
gone
off
together
,
and
that
he
had
left
the
lodgings
and
taken
his
things
with
him
.
The
landlady
had
heard
them
give
several
directions
to
the
cabman
,
ending
with
Euston
Station
,
and
she
had
accidentally
overheard
the
tall
gentleman
saying
something
about
Manchester
.
She
believed
that
that
was
their
destination
.
"
A
glance
at
the
time
-
table
showed
me
that
the
most
likely
train
was
at
five
,
though
there
was
another
at
4
:
35
which
they
might
have
caught
.
I
had
only
time
to
get
the
later
one
,
but
found
no
sign
of
them
either
at
the
depot
or
in
the
train
.
They
must
have
gone
on
by
the
earlier
one
,
so
I
determined
to
follow
them
to
Manchester
and
search
for
them
in
the
hotels
there
.
One
last
appeal
to
my
brother
by
all
that
he
owed
to
my
mother
might
even
now
be
the
salvation
of
him
.
My
nerves
were
overstrung
,
and
I
lit
a
cigar
to
steady
them
.
At
that
moment
,
just
as
the
train
was
moving
off
,
the
door
of
my
compartment
was
flung
open
,
and
there
were
MacCoy
and
my
brother
on
the
platform
.
"
They
were
both
disguised
,
and
with
good
reason
,
for
they
knew
that
the
London
police
were
after
them
.
