"you're an all-wool sport, john," he said. "i don't suppose you know how to spell quit. well, then, if you are determined to stand by the ship like comrade casabianca, i'll tell you an idea that came to me in the watches of the night. if ever you want to get ideas, john, you spend a night in one of these cells. they flock to you. i suppose i did more profound thinking last night than i've ever done in my life. well, here's the idea. act on it or not, as you please. i was thinking over the whole business from soup to nuts, and it struck me that the queerest part of it all is that whoever owns these broster street tenements should care a canadian dime whether we find out who he is or not."