The keen-eyed policeman noted the efflorescent jewelry, and the resplendent garb of the too-prosperous-looking lad.
Notwithstanding the Jewish boy's sudden prosperity, there were deeply-marked dark circles about his eyes.

The Bowery's delights were telling upon the frightened lad, who had sealed his glib tongue now behind lying lips.

Flattered by the "cop's" familiar manner, Emil greedily swallowed the ground bait artfully scattered by the cool Irish-American.
He reeled off the story which he had told to the inquisitors of parting in the office with Clayton after Somers had given over the deposits.

Before the two separated, Einstein had forgotten his Hebrew timidity.
"Let me know if you pick up any items," said McNerney, giving the lad a ten-dollar bill, with a secret sorrow at throwing good money away.

"My chum, Jim Condon, and I hope to help get this reward into our Precinct Squad.