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The
owner
apologizes
again
,
and
the
bishop
is
most
gracious
,
he
well
understands
the
problem
,
there
are
such
lawless
and
ungodly
types
in
the
world
today
,
such
immorality
and
lewdness
abroad
in
the
world
—
and
shameless
women
,
and
now
that
the
underworld
has
crawled
out
of
the
gutter
and
come
to
live
on
the
screens
of
the
picture
palaces
what
more
could
anyone
expect
?
And
the
necklace
is
placed
in
its
case
,
and
the
store
owner
does
his
best
not
to
ponder
why
a
bishop
of
the
church
would
be
purchasing
a
twelve
-
hundred
-
dollar
diamond
necklace
,
nor
why
he
would
be
paying
good
cash
money
for
it
.
"
The
bishop
bids
him
a
hearty
farewell
,
and
walks
out
on
the
street
,
only
for
a
heavy
hand
to
descend
on
his
shoulder
.
‘
Why
,
Soapy
,
yez
spalpeen
,
up
to
your
old
tricks
are
you
?
’
and
a
broad
beat
cop
with
an
honest
Irish
face
walks
the
bishop
back
into
the
jewelry
store
.
"
‘
Beggin
’
your
pardon
,
but
has
this
man
just
bought
anything
from
you
?
’
asks
the
cop
.
‘
Certainly
not
,
’
says
the
bishop
.
‘
Tell
him
I
have
not
.
’
‘
Indeed
he
has
,
’
says
the
jeweler
.
‘
He
bought
a
pearl
and
diamond
necklace
from
me
—
paid
for
it
in
cash
as
well
.
’
‘
Would
you
have
the
bills
available
,
sir
?
’
asks
the
cop
.
"
So
the
jeweler
takes
the
twelve
hundred
-
dollar
bills
from
the
cash
register
and
hands
them
to
the
cop
,
who
holds
them
up
to
the
light
and
shakes
his
head
in
wonder
.
‘
Oh
,
Soapy
,
Soapy
,
’
he
says
,
‘
these
are
the
finest
that
you
’
ve
made
yet
!
You
’
re
a
craftsman
,
that
you
are
!
’
"
A
self
-
satisfied
smile
spreads
across
the
bishop
’
s
face
.
‘
You
can
’
t
prove
nothing
,
’
says
the
bishop
.
‘
And
the
bank
said
that
they
were
on
the
level
.
It
’
s
the
real
green
stuff
.
’
‘
I
’
m
sure
they
did
,
’
agrees
the
cop
on
the
beat
,
‘
but
I
doubt
that
the
bank
had
been
warned
that
Soapy
Sylvester
was
in
town
,
nor
of
the
quality
of
the
hundred
-
dollar
bills
he
’
d
been
passing
in
Denver
and
in
St
.
Louis
.
’
And
with
that
he
reaches
into
the
bishop
’
s
pocket
and
pulls
out
the
necklace
.
"
Twelve
hundred
dollars
’
worth
of
diamonds
and
pearls
in
exchange
for
fifty
cents
’
worth
of
paper
and
ink
,
’
says
the
policeman
,
who
is
obviously
a
philosopher
at
heart
.
‘
And
passing
yourself
off
as
a
man
of
the
church
.
You
should
be
ashamed
,
’
he
says
,
as
he
claps
the
handcuffs
on
the
bishop
,
who
is
obviously
no
bishop
,
and
he
marches
him
away
,
but
not
before
he
gives
the
jeweler
a
receipt
for
both
the
necklace
and
the
twelve
hundred
counterfeit
dollars
.
It
’
s
evidence
,
after
all
.
"
"
Was
it
really
counterfeit
?
"
asked
Shadow
.
"
Of
course
not
!
Fresh
banknotes
,
straight
from
the
bank
,
only
with
a
thumbprint
and
a
smudge
of
green
ink
on
a
couple
of
them
to
make
them
a
little
more
interesting
.
"
Shadow
sipped
his
coffee
.
It
was
worse
than
prison
coffee
.
"
So
the
cop
was
obviously
no
cop
.
And
the
necklace
?
"
"
Evidence
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
He
unscrewed
the
top
from
the
salt
-
shaker
,
poured
a
little
heap
of
salt
on
the
table
.
"
But
the
jeweler
gets
a
receipt
,
and
assurance
that
he
’
ll
get
the
necklace
straight
back
as
soon
as
Soapy
comes
to
trial
.
He
is
congratulated
on
being
a
good
citizen
,
and
he
watches
,
proudly
,
already
thinking
of
the
tale
he
’
ll
have
to
tell
at
the
next
meeting
of
the
Oddfellows
tomorrow
night
,
as
the
policeman
marches
the
man
pretending
to
be
a
bishop
out
of
the
store
,
twelve
hundred
dollars
in
one
pocket
,
a
twelve
-
hundred
-
dollar
diamond
necklace
in
the
other
,
on
their
way
to
a
police
station
that
’
ll
never
see
hide
nor
hair
of
either
of
them
.
"
