He had found out, somehow, that we was in New York, and the telegram was an order for us to come and make him a visit.
"'I hope it's not bad news, sor,' says the big chap.
"'No, no,' says I.'Not a bit of it, Mr.Dempsey.Come on in and have a cigar, won't you ?' "'Thank you, sor,' says he.

'I'm glad it's not the bad news.

Sure, I ax you and your friend's pardon for bein' so short to yez this mornin', but I'm in that throuble lately that me timper is all but gone.' "'That so ?' says I.'Trouble's thick in this world, ain't it?
Me and Mr.
Phinney got a case of trouble on our hands now, Mr.Dempsey, and--' "'Excuse me, sor,' he says.

'My name's not Dempsey.

I suppose you seen the sign with me partner's name on it.