' An' so 'twas voted," concluded Mike Flannery.
Monsieur Jules fidgeted and looked at his watch.
"Be easy," said Flannery. "There's no hurry. I'm waitin' for a frind of
mine, an' 't is fine t' talk over th' tariff with educated min once in a
while. Th' frind I'm lookin' for anny minute now is a fine expert on th'
subject of th' tariff himself. O'Halloran is th' name of him. Him as is
th' second deputy assistant collector of evidence of fraud an' smugglin'
in th' revenue service of th' United States. 'T was a mere matter of
doubt in me mind," said Flannery, easily, "regardin' th' proper
valuation of th' professor's fleas. I was thinkin' mebby one dollar was
not enough t' pay for a flea, not crude, so I asks O'Halloran. ''T will
be easy t' settle that,' says O'Halloran, 'for th' value of thim will be
set down in th' books of th' United States, at th' time whin th'
professor paid th' duty on thim. I'll just look an' see how much th'
duty was paid on,' says he. 'But mebby th' professor paid no duty on
thim,' I says. 'Make no doubt of that,' says O'Halloran, 'for unless th'
professor was a fool he would pay th' duty like a man, for th' penalty
is fine an' imprisonmint,' says O'Halloran, 'an' I make no doubt he paid
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