_Butts._ O Dilly, Dilly! such a crime! such an outrage, a high-handed, diabolical assault on law and justice!
_Dilly._ Why, Mr. Butts, what’s the matter now?
_Butts._ Sh--! don’t speak so loud. We must be cautious: my reputation depends upon it. I haven’t breathed a word of this to a single person; but you know since the time you managed to help Harry give me the slip, I’ve had a great respect for you, and always come to you for advice.
_Butts._ A forgery, a stupendous forgery.
_Dilly._ California! What’s that to do with us?
_Butts._ A great deal to do with _me_, Dilly; for I am the humble individual destined to bring the perpetrator to justice.
_Butts._ Listen, Dilly. Three months ago, the Malone Bank of Sacramento lost twelve thousand dollars by the payment of a check purporting to be signed by the firm of Dunshaw & Co., wine-merchants, presented by one John Robinson a noted gambler and stock-speculator. Three days after, the check was found to be a forgery. In the mean time, the said John Robinson had embarked in a steamer bound for New York. The firm of Dunshaw & Co. immediately offered a reward of five thousand dollars for the arrest of the said John Robinson. I have just received a note from some unknown party, giving me the intelligence of the forgery, and acquainting me with the fact that the said John Robinson is in this vicinity. Five thousand dollars! Why, Dilly, I shall be a rich man.
_Butts._ Precisely. That won’t be long. I’ve got my eye on him.
_Butts._ Do I! I tell you, Dilly, when Butts gets his eye on a culprit, there’s no escape.
_Dilly._ Mr. Butts, didn’t Mr. Hastings come here from California?
_Butts._ He did. By the by, he might give me information,--valuable information.
_Dilly._ Suppose he should be John Robinson?
_Butts._ Oh, pooh, pooh, Dilly. It isn’t possible. Suspect him? why you’re not so sharp as I gave you credit for. He’s here openly. Do you suppose John Robinson would travel about in his original hair and whiskers? No, John Robinson is disguised. I’ve got my eye on him. There’s been a very suspicious character prowling about the village for the last two days. It’s him, John Robinson. But he won’t prowl much longer. Oh, no! Butts has his eye on him, Butts has his eye on him. Good-by, Dilly! Don’t speak of this,--not a word, not a syllable. Five thousand dollars! He’s trapped, he’s trapped. (_Exit C._)