"Say, fella, you'll find what you're lookin' for at the Hotel Madagascar." Jack, greatly startled, caught the boy by the arm. "Here, you, give an account of yourself!" he demanded. The boy wriggled in his grasp and whimpered: "Ahh! I ain't done nottin'!" "Who told you to tell me that?" "Old guy in a big black limousine. Lemme go! I ain't done nottin'!" "Where?" "At the next corner there. I was just standin' there when the car come acrost Third and stopped beside me. Old guy stuck his head out and ast me did I…
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