Vanity and Some Sables

When “Kid” Brady was sent to the ropes by Molly McKeever’s blue-black eyes he withdrew from the Stovepipe Gang. So much for the power of a colleen’s blanderin’ tongue and stubborn true-heartedness. If you are a man who read this, may such an influence be sent you before 2 o’clock to-morrow; if you are a woman, may your Pomeranian greet you this morning with a cold nose—a sign of doghealth and your happiness.

Ketika "Kid" Brady dijatuhkan ke tali tambang oleh mata biru-kehitaman Molly McKeever, ia pun mengundurkan diri dari Stovepipe Gang. Begitulah kekuatan lidah seorang gadis yang membujuk dan ketulusan hati yang keras kepala. Jika kau seorang pria yang membaca ini, semoga pengaruh semacam itu datang kepadamu sebelum pukul dua besok; jika kau seorang wanita, semoga anjing Pomeranian-mu menyambutmu pagi ini dengan hidung dingin—tanda kesehatan anjing dan kebahagiaanmu.

The Stovepipe Gang borrowed its name from a sub-district of the city called the “Stovepipe,” which is a narrow and natural extension of the familiar district known as “Hell’s Kitchen.” The “Stovepipe” strip of town runs along Eleventh and Twelfth avenues on the river, and bends a hard and sooty elbow around little, lost homeless DeWitt Clinton park. Consider that a stovepipe is an important factor in any kitchen and the situation is analyzed. The chefs in “Hell’s Kitchen” are many, and the “Stovepipe” gang, wears the cordon blue.

Stovepipe Gang meminjam namanya dari sebuah sub-distrik kota yang disebut "Stovepipe," yaitu perpanjangan sempit dan alami dari distrik terkenal yang dikenal sebagai "Hell's Kitchen." Jalur "Stovepipe" membentang di sepanjang Avenue Kesebelas dan Kedua Belas di tepi sungai, dan membelok dengan siku yang keras dan berjelaga di sekitar taman DeWitt Clinton yang kecil dan terlantar. Pikirkan bahwa sebuah cerobong asap (stovepipe) adalah faktor penting dalam dapur mana pun, dan situasinya pun jadi jelas. Para koki di "Hell's Kitchen" jumlahnya banyak, dan geng "Stovepipe" mengenakan pita biru kehormatan.

The members of this unchartered but widely known brotherhood appeared to pass their time on street corners arrayed like the lilies of the conservatory and busy with nail files and penknives. Thus displayed as a guarantee of good faith, they carried on an innocuous conversation in a 200-word vocabulary, to the casual observer as innocent and immaterial as that heard in clubs seven blocks to the east.

Anggota persaudaraan yang tak berpiagam namun luas dikenal ini tampaknya menghabiskan waktu di sudut-sudut jalan, berdandan seperti bunga bakung di rumah kaca dan sibuk dengan kikir kuku serta pisau lipat. Ditampilkan demikian sebagai jaminan iktikad baik, mereka bercakap-cakap tanpa bahaya dengan kosakata 200 kata, yang bagi pengamat sekilas terdengar sepolos dan seremeh percakapan yang terdengar di klub-klub tujuh blok ke arah timur.

But off exhibition the “Stovepipes” were not mere street corner ornaments addicted to posing and manicuring. Their serious occupation was the separating of citizens from their coin and valuables. Preferably this was done by weird and singular tricks without noise or bloodshed; but whenever the citizen honored by their attentions refused to impoverish himself gracefully his objections came to be spread finally upon some police station blotter or hospital register.

Namun di luar pertunjukan, orang-orang "Stovepipe" bukan sekadar hiasan sudut jalan yang gemar bergaya dan merawat kuku. Pekerjaan serius mereka adalah memisahkan warga dari uang dan barang berharga mereka. Sebisa mungkin ini dilakukan lewat trik-trik aneh dan ganjil tanpa keributan atau pertumpahan darah; tetapi bila warga yang mendapat kehormatan perhatian mereka menolak untuk memiskinkan dirinya dengan anggun, keberatannya akhirnya tercatat pula pada buku laporan kantor polisi atau daftar rumah sakit.

The police held the “Stovepipe” gang in perpetual suspicion and respect. As the nightingale’s liquid note is heard in the deepest shadows, so along the “Stovepipe’s” dark and narrow confines the whistle for reserves punctures the dull ear of night. Whenever there was smoke in the “stovepipe” the tasselled men in blue knew there was fire in “Hell’s Kitchen.”

Polisi memandang geng "Stovepipe" dengan kecurigaan dan penghormatan yang abadi. Sebagaimana kicau merdu burung bulbul terdengar di bayang-bayang paling gelap, begitu pula di lorong-lorong gelap dan sempit "Stovepipe," peluit pemanggil bala bantuan menusuk telinga tumpul malam. Setiap kali ada asap di "cerobong," para pria berjambul biru itu tahu ada api di "Hell's Kitchen."

“Kid” Brady promised Molly to be good. “Kid” was the vainest, the strongest, the wariest and the most successful plotter in the gang. Therefore, the boys were sorry to give him up.

"Kid" Brady berjanji kepada Molly untuk berbuat baik. "Kid" adalah yang paling sombong, paling kuat, paling waspada, dan perencana paling sukses dalam geng itu. Karena itu, teman-temannya menyesal harus melepaskannya.

But they witnessed his fall to a virtuous life without protest. For, in the Kitchen it is considered neither unmanly nor improper for a guy to do as his girl advises.

Namun mereka menyaksikan kejatuhannya ke dalam kehidupan yang berbudi tanpa protes. Sebab, di Kitchen, tidak dianggap tidak jantan ataupun tidak pantas bagi seorang pria untuk melakukan apa yang dinasihatkan pacarnya.

Black her eye for love’s sake, if you will; but it is all-to-the-good business to do a thing when she wants you to do it.

Memarkan matanya demi cinta, kalau kau mau; tetapi adalah tindakan bijak untuk melakukan sesuatu ketika ia menginginkannya.

“Turn off the hydrant,” said the Kid, one night when Molly, tearful, besought him to amend his ways. “I’m going to cut out the gang. You for mine, and the simple life on the side. I’ll tell you, Moll—I’ll get work; and in a year we’ll get married. I’ll do it for you. We’ll get a flat and a flute, and a sewing machine and a rubber plant and live as honest as we can.”

"Matikan keran itu," kata Kid, suatu malam ketika Molly, dengan air mata, memohon agar ia memperbaiki perilakunya. "Aku akan berhenti dari geng itu. Kau untukku, dan hidup sederhana sebagai gantinya. Akan kuceritakan, Moll—aku akan bekerja; dan dalam setahun kita akan menikah. Aku akan melakukannya untukmu. Kita akan punya flat dan seruling, dan mesin jahit dan tanaman karet, dan hidup sejujur yang kita bisa."

“Oh, Kid,” sighed Molly, wiping the powder off his shoulder with her handkerchief, “I’d rather hear you say that than to own all of New York. And we can be happy on so little!”

"Oh, Kid," desah Molly, mengusap bedak dari bahunya dengan saputangannya, "aku lebih suka mendengarmu mengatakan itu daripada memiliki seluruh New York. Dan kita bisa bahagia dengan begitu sedikit!"

The Kid looked down at his speckless cuffs and shining patent leathers with a suspicion of melancholy.

Kid menatap ke bawah pada manset tanpa nodanya dan sepatu kulit mengilap dengan sedikit kemurungan.

“It’ll hurt hardest in the rags department,” said he. “I’ve kind of always liked to rig out swell when I could. You know how I hate cheap things, Moll. This suit set me back sixty-five. Anything in the wearing apparel line has got to be just so, or it’s to the misfit parlors for it, for mine. If I work I won’t have so much coin to hand over to the little man with the big shears.”

"Yang paling menyakitkan itu urusan pakaian," katanya. "Aku memang selalu suka berpakaian keren kalau bisa. Kau tahu betapa aku benci barang murahan, Moll. Jas ini menghabiskan enam puluh lima. Apa pun soal pakaian harus benar-benar pas, atau ke bengkel pakaian salah ukuran saja, buatku. Kalau aku bekerja, aku tak akan punya begitu banyak uang untuk diserahkan pada si pria kecil bergunting besar."

“Never mind, Kid. I’ll like you just as much in a blue jumper as I would in a red automobile.”

"Tak apa, Kid. Aku akan menyukaimu sama besarnya dalam jaket biru seperti dalam mobil merah."

Before the Kid had grown large enough to knock out his father he had been compelled to learn the plumber’s art. So now back to this honorable and useful profession he returned. But it was as an assistant that he engaged himself; and it is the master plumber and not the assistant, who wears diamonds as large as hailstones and looks contemptuously upon the marble colonnades of Senator Clark’s mansion.

Sebelum Kid cukup besar untuk melumpuhkan ayahnya, ia terpaksa belajar seni tukang ledeng. Jadi kini ia kembali ke profesi yang terhormat dan berguna ini. Tetapi ia bekerja sebagai asisten; dan tukang ledeng utamalah, bukan asistennya, yang mengenakan berlian sebesar batu es dan memandang rendah tiang-tiang marmer rumah Senator Clark.

Eight months went by as smoothly and surely as though they had “elapsed” on a theater program. The Kid worked away at his pipes and solder with no symptoms of backsliding. The Stovepipe gang continued its piracy on the high avenues, cracked policemen’s heads, held up late travelers, invented new methods of peaceful plundering, copied Fifth avenue’s cut of clothes and neckwear fancies and comported itself according to its lawless bylaws. But the Kid stood firm and faithful to his Molly, even though the polish was gone from his fingernails and it took him 15 minutes to tie his purple silk ascot so that the worn places would not show.

Delapan bulan berlalu selancar dan sepasti seperti "berlalu" pada program teater. Kid bekerja dengan pipa dan patrinya tanpa gejala kemunduran. Geng Stovepipe melanjutkan perompakannya di avenue-avenue besar, memecahkan kepala polisi, merampok pelancong larut malam, menciptakan cara-cara baru penjarahan yang damai, meniru potongan pakaian dan gaya dasi Fifth Avenue, dan bertingkah sesuai aturan tak tertulis mereka yang melanggar hukum. Tetapi Kid tetap teguh dan setia pada Molly-nya, meski kilau sudah hilang dari kuku-kukunya dan butuh 15 menit baginya mengikat dasi sutra ungunya agar bagian yang usang tak terlihat.

One evening he brought a mysterious bundle with him to Molly’s house.

Suatu malam ia membawa bungkusan misterius ke rumah Molly.

“Open that, Moll!” he said in his large, quiet way. “It’s for you.”

"Buka itu, Moll!" katanya dengan gaya besarnya yang tenang. "Itu untukmu."

Molly’s eager fingers tore off the wrappings. She shrieked aloud, and in rushed a sprinkling of little McKeevers, and Ma McKeever, dishwashy, but an undeniable relative of the late Mrs. Eve.

Jari-jari Molly yang tak sabar merobek bungkusannya. Ia menjerit keras, dan berlarianlah masuk sekelompok kecil McKeever, dan Ma McKeever, yang berbau cucian piring tapi jelas kerabat dari mendiang Nyonya Hawa.

Again Molly shrieked, and something dark and long and sinuous flew and enveloped her neck like an anaconda.

Molly menjerit lagi, dan sesuatu yang gelap, panjang, dan berliku terbang serta membelit lehernya seperti anaconda.

“Russian sables,” said the Kid, pridefully, enjoying the sight of Molly’s round cheek against the clinging fur. “The real thing. They don’t grow anything in Russia too good for you, Moll.”

"Sable Rusia," kata Kid dengan bangga, menikmati pemandangan pipi bulat Molly menempel pada bulu yang lembut itu. "Barang asli. Di Rusia mereka tak menumbuhkan apa pun yang terlalu bagus untukmu, Moll."

Molly plunged her hands into the muff, overturned a row of the family infants and flew to the mirror. Hint for the beauty column. To make bright eyes, rosy cheeks and a bewitching smile: Recipe—one set Russian sables. Apply.

Molly membenamkan tangannya ke dalam muff, membuat sederet bayi keluarga terguling, lalu terbang ke cermin. Petunjuk untuk kolom kecantikan. Untuk mendapatkan mata berbinar, pipi merona, dan senyum memikat: Resep—satu set sable Rusia. Pakailah.

When they were alone Molly became aware of a small cake of the ice of common sense floating down the full tide of her happiness.

Ketika mereka berdua saja, Molly mulai menyadari sekeping kecil es akal sehat yang mengapung menuruni pasang penuh kebahagiaannya.

“You’re a bird, all right, Kid,” she admitted gratefully. “I never had any furs on before in my life. But ain’t Russian sables awful expensive? Seems to me I’ve heard they were.”

"Kau memang hebat, Kid," akunya dengan penuh syukur. "Aku belum pernah punya bulu apa pun seumur hidupku. Tapi bukankah sable Rusia itu mahal sekali? Kurasa aku pernah dengar begitu."

“Have I ever chucked any bargain-sale stuff at you, Moll?” asked the Kid, with calm dignity. “Did you ever notice me leaning on the remnant counter or peering in the window of the five-and-ten? Call that scarf $250 and the muff $175 and you won’t make any mistake about the price of Russian sables. The swell goods for me. Say, they look fine on you, Moll.”

"Pernahkah aku memberikan barang obralan murahan padamu, Moll?" tanya Kid dengan martabat yang tenang. "Pernahkah kau melihatku bersandar di meja sisa stok atau mengintip jendela toko lima-sepuluh senan? Sebut saja syal itu $250 dan muff itu $175 dan kau takkan salah soal harga sable Rusia. Barang kelas atas buatku. Nih, mereka tampak bagus sekali padamu, Moll."

Molly hugged the sables to her bosom in rapture. And then her smile went away little by little, and she looked the Kid straight in the eye sadly and steadily.

Molly memeluk sable itu ke dadanya dengan gembira. Lalu senyumnya perlahan memudar, dan ia menatap Kid tepat di mata dengan sedih dan tenang.

He knew what every look of hers meant; and he laughed with a faint flush upon his face.

Ia tahu apa arti setiap tatapan Molly itu; dan ia tertawa dengan rona merah samar di wajahnya.

“Cut it out,” he said, with affectionate roughness. “I told you I was done with that. I bought ’em and paid for ’em, all right, with my own money.”

"Sudahlah," katanya, dengan kekasaran penuh sayang. "Sudah kubilang aku sudah berhenti dari itu. Aku membelinya dan membayarnya, dengan uangku sendiri."

“Out of the money you worked for, Kid? Out of $75 a month?”

"Dari uang yang kau kerjakan, Kid? Dari $75 sebulan?"

“Sure. I been saving up.”

"Benar. Aku sudah menabung."

“Let’s see—saved $425 in eight months, Kid?”

"Coba lihat—menabung $425 dalam delapan bulan, Kid?"

“Ah, let up,” said the Kid, with some heat. “I had some money when I went to work. Do you think I’ve been holding ’em up again? I told you I’d quit. They’re paid for on the square. Put ’em on and come out for a walk.”

"Ah, sudahlah," kata Kid, agak panas. "Aku punya uang waktu mulai bekerja. Kau kira aku sudah merampok lagi? Sudah kubilang aku berhenti. Semuanya dibayar lunas dan jujur. Pakailah, dan ayo jalan-jalan keluar."

Molly calmed her doubts. Sables are soothing. Proud as a queen she went forth in the streets at the Kid’s side. In all that region of low-lying streets Russian sables had never been seen before. The word sped, and doors and windows blossomed with heads eager to see the swell furs Kid Brady had given his girl. All down the street there were “Oh’s” and “Ah’s” and the reported fabulous sum paid for the sables was passed from lip to lip, increasing as it went.

Molly menenangkan keraguannya. Sable itu menenangkan. Bangga seperti ratu, ia melangkah ke jalanan di sisi Kid. Di seluruh kawasan jalan-jalan rendah itu, sable Rusia belum pernah terlihat sebelumnya. Kabar itu menyebar cepat, dan pintu-pintu serta jendela-jendela bermekaran dengan kepala-kepala yang ingin melihat bulu mewah yang diberikan Kid Brady pada pacarnya. Di sepanjang jalan terdengar seruan "Oh" dan "Ah," dan jumlah harga fantastis yang konon dibayar untuk sable itu berpindah dari mulut ke mulut, makin membesar sepanjang jalan.

At her right elbow sauntered the Kid with the air of princes. Work had not diminished his love of pomp and show and his passion for the costly and genuine. On a corner they saw a group of the Stovepipe Gang loafing, immaculate. They raised their hats to the Kid’s girl and went on with their calm, unaccented palaver.

Di sisi kanannya berjalan santai Kid dengan gaya pangeran. Bekerja tak mengurangi kecintaannya pada kemegahan dan pameran serta hasratnya pada barang mahal dan asli. Di sebuah sudut mereka melihat sekelompok Stovepipe Gang berleha-leha, rapi tanpa cela. Mereka mengangkat topi kepada pacar Kid dan melanjutkan perbincangan santai tanpa nada mereka.

Three blocks behind the admired couple strolled Detective Ransom, of the Central office. Ransom was the only detective on the force who could walk abroad with safety in the Stovepipe district. He was fair dealing and unafraid and went there with the hypothesis that the inhabitants were human. Many liked him, and now and then one would tip off to him something that he was looking for.

Tiga blok di belakang pasangan yang dikagumi itu berjalan Detektif Ransom dari kantor pusat. Ransom adalah satu-satunya detektif di kepolisian yang bisa berjalan dengan aman di distrik Stovepipe. Ia berlaku adil dan tak gentar dan pergi ke sana dengan anggapan bahwa penduduknya adalah manusia. Banyak yang menyukainya, dan sesekali seseorang memberinya kabar tentang apa yang ia cari.

“What’s the excitement down the street?” asked Ransom of a pale youth in a red sweater.

"Ada keributan apa di jalan itu?" tanya Ransom kepada seorang pemuda pucat berbaju hangat merah.

“Dey’re out rubberin’ at a set of buffalo robes Kid Brady staked his girl to,” answered the youth. “Some say he paid $900 for de skins. Dey’re swell all right enough.”

"Mereka lagi nonton selimut bison yang dikasih Kid Brady ke pacarnya," jawab pemuda itu. "Ada yang bilang ia bayar $900 buat kulit itu. Emang keren banget."

“I hear Brady has been working at his old trade for nearly a year,” said the detective. “He doesn’t travel with the gang any more, does he?”

"Kudengar Brady sudah bekerja di keahlian lamanya hampir setahun," kata detektif itu. "Ia tak lagi jalan dengan geng itu, kan?"

“He’s workin’, all right,” said the red sweater, “but—say, sport, are you trailin’ anything in the fur line? A job in a plumbin’ shop don’ match wid dem skins de Kid’s girl’s got on.”

"Ia kerja, kok," kata si baju hangat merah, "tapi—hei, bung, kau lagi ngincer sesuatu soal bulu? Kerja di bengkel ledeng nggak cocok sama kulit yang dipakai pacar Kid itu."

Ransom overtook the strolling couple on an empty street near the river bank. He touched the Kid’s arm from behind.

Ransom menyusul pasangan yang berjalan santai itu di sebuah jalan sepi dekat tepi sungai. Ia menyentuh lengan Kid dari belakang.

“Let me see you a moment, Brady,” he said, quietly. His eye rested for a second on the long fur scarf thrown stylishly back over Molly’s left shoulder. The Kid, with his old-time police hating frown on his face, stepped a yard or two aside with the detective.

"Aku mau bicara sebentar, Brady," katanya, tenang. Matanya sesaat tertuju pada syal bulu panjang yang disampirkan bergaya ke belakang bahu kiri Molly. Kid, dengan raut wajah lama yang membenci polisi, melangkah satu-dua meter ke samping bersama detektif itu.

“Did you go to Mrs. Hethcote’s on West 7—th street yesterday to fix a leaky water pipe?” asked Ransom.

"Apa kau pergi ke rumah Nyonya Hethcote di jalan West Ke-7 kemarin untuk memperbaiki pipa air yang bocor?" tanya Ransom.

“I did,” said the Kid. “What of it?”

"Iya," kata Kid. "Kenapa?"

“The lady’s $1,000 set of Russian sables went out of the house about the same time you did. The description fits the ones this lady has on.”

"Set sable Rusia senilai $1.000 milik nyonya itu hilang dari rumahnya sekitar waktu yang sama kau pergi. Deskripsinya cocok dengan yang dipakai nyonya ini."

“To h—Harlem with you,” cried the Kid, angrily. “You know I’ve cut out that sort of thing, Ransom. I bought them sables yesterday at—”

"Sana ke ne—Harlem sana," seru Kid marah. "Kau tahu aku sudah berhenti dari hal semacam itu, Ransom. Aku beli sable itu kemarin di—"

The Kid stopped short.

Kid berhenti mendadak.

“I know you’ve been working straight lately,” said Ransom. “I’ll give you every chance. I’ll go with you where you say you bought the furs and investigate. The lady can wear ’em along with us and nobody’ll be on. That’s fair, Brady.”

"Aku tahu kau sudah bekerja lurus akhir-akhir ini," kata Ransom. "Aku akan memberimu setiap kesempatan. Aku akan ikut denganmu ke mana pun kau bilang membeli bulu itu dan menyelidikinya. Nyonya ini bisa memakainya bersama kita dan tak ada yang akan terganggu. Itu adil, Brady."

“Come on,” agreed the Kid, hotly. And then he stopped suddenly in his tracks and looked with an odd smile at Molly’s distressed and anxious face.

"Ayo," setuju Kid dengan panas. Lalu ia berhenti mendadak di tempatnya dan menatap dengan senyum aneh wajah Molly yang cemas dan gelisah.

“No use,” he said, grimly. “They’re the Hethcote sables, all right. You’ll have to turn ’em over, Moll, but they ain’t too good for you if they cost a million.”

"Percuma," katanya, muram. "Itu memang sable Hethcote. Kau harus mengembalikannya, Moll, tapi itu tak terlalu bagus untukmu meski harganya sejuta."

Molly, with anguish in her face, hung upon the Kid’s arm.

Molly, dengan wajah penuh derita, bergelayut di lengan Kid.

“Oh, Kiddy, you’ve broke my heart,” she said. “I was so proud of you—and now they’ll do you—and where’s our happiness gone?”

"Oh, Kiddy, kau sudah menghancurkan hatiku," katanya. "Aku begitu bangga padamu—dan sekarang mereka akan menangkapmu—dan ke mana perginya kebahagiaan kita?"

“Go home,” said the Kid, wildly. “Come on, Ransom—take the furs. Let’s get away from here. Wait a minute—I’ve a good mind to—no, I’ll be d–––– if I can do it—run along, Moll—I’m ready, Ransom.”

"Pulanglah," kata Kid, liar. "Ayo, Ransom—ambil bulunya. Ayo pergi dari sini. Tunggu sebentar—aku punya niat baik untuk—tidak, aku akan terkut—kalau aku bisa melakukannya—pulanglah, Moll—aku siap, Ransom."

Around the corner of a lumber-yard came Policeman Kohen on his way to his beat along the river. The detective signed to him for assistance. Kohen joined the group. Ransom explained.

Dari sudut sebuah halaman kayu muncul Polisi Kohen dalam perjalanan ke rondanya di sepanjang sungai. Detektif itu memberi isyarat meminta bantuan. Kohen bergabung dengan kelompok itu. Ransom menjelaskan.

“Sure,” said Kohen. “I hear about those saples dat vas stole. You say you have dem here?”

"Baiklah," kata Kohen. "Aku dengar soal sable yang dicuri itu. Kau bilang kau punya di sini?"

Policeman Kohen took the end of Molly’s late scarf in his hands and looked at it closely.

Polisi Kohen mengambil ujung syal bekas Molly di tangannya dan mengamatinya dengan saksama.

“Once,” he said, “I sold furs in Sixth avenue. Yes, dese are saples. Dey come from Alaska. Dis scarf is vort $12 and dis muff—”

"Dulu," katanya, "aku jual bulu di Sixth Avenue. Ya, ini memang sable. Ini datang dari Alaska. Syal ini nilainya $12 dan muff ini—"

“Biff!” came the palm of the Kid’s powerful hand upon the policeman’s mouth. Kohen staggered and rallied. Molly screamed. The detective threw himself upon Brady and with Kohen’s aid got the nippers on his wrist.

"Plak!" telapak tangan kuat Kid mendarat di mulut polisi itu. Kohen terhuyung lalu bangkit kembali. Molly menjerit. Detektif itu menerjang Brady dan dengan bantuan Kohen memasangkan borgol di pergelangannya.

“The scarf is vort $12 and the muff is vort $9,” persisted the policeman. “Vot is dis talk about $1,000 saples?”

"Syal itu nilainya $12 dan muff-nya $9," ujar polisi itu dengan gigih. "Apa maksudnya omongan soal sable $1.000 itu?"

The Kid sat upon a pile of lumber and his face turned dark red.

Kid duduk di atas tumpukan kayu dan wajahnya memerah gelap.

“Correct, Solomonski!” he declared, viciously. “I paid $21.50 for the set. I’d rather have got six months and not have told it. Me, the swell guy that wouldn’t look at anything cheap! I’m a plain bluffer. Moll—my salary couldn’t spell sables in Russian.”

"Betul, Solomonski!" ujarnya dengan sengit. "Aku bayar $21,50 untuk set itu. Aku lebih baik dipenjara enam bulan daripada mengaku ini. Aku, si orang keren yang tak sudi melirik apa pun yang murah! Aku cuma penggertak biasa. Moll—gajiku bahkan tak cukup buat mengeja sable dalam bahasa Rusia."

Molly cast herself upon his neck.

Molly merangkul lehernya.

“What do I care for all the sables and money in the world,” she cried. “It’s my Kiddy I want. Oh, you dear, stuck-up, crazy blockhead!”

"Apa peduliku pada semua sable dan uang di dunia ini," serunya. "Yang kuinginkan Kiddy-ku. Oh, kau, dasar sombong, gila, tolol yang manis!"

“You can take dose nippers off,” said Kohen to the detective. “Before I leaf de station de report come in dat de lady vind her saples—hanging in her wardrobe. Young man, I excuse you dat punch in my vace—dis von time.”

"Kau boleh lepas borgol itu," kata Kohen kepada detektif itu. "Sebelum aku tinggalkan kantor, laporan masuk bahwa nyonya itu menemukan sable-nya—tergantung di lemarinya. Anak muda, kumaafkan pukulan di wajahku itu—kali ini saja."

Ransom handed Molly her furs. Her eyes were smiling upon the Kid. She wound the scarf and threw the end over her left shoulder with a duchess’ grace.

Ransom menyerahkan bulu itu kembali kepada Molly. Matanya tersenyum kepada Kid. Ia melilitkan syal itu dan melemparkan ujungnya ke bahu kirinya dengan keanggunan seorang duchess.

“A gouple of young vools,” said Policeman Kohen to Ransom; “come on away.”

"Sepasang anak muda yang bodoh," kata Polisi Kohen kepada Ransom; "ayo pergi."