Artful: Streets of Equal-Signs

A Story by Abishai100

Early times NY finds a real-life Artful Dodger type accepting a street-gossip aristocracy-infiltration game-challenge cast by his calculating employing angels-couple for diamonds/capitalism quiz.

Injecting another extra credit (literary character allusions) piece in-between my Green Hornet series. Happy March-Sat. (thank for reading),

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"Friends, the time and place in this New York dark faerie-tale was the early 20th-Century of things of inventions in customs and design and transit and superstitions, and there was buzz of a surfacing great commerce-explosion dance with clothing and speakeasy-things of night-scenes, which is where we find our antihero prince of pickpocket-life and diamonds-theft hyperbole, an Artful Dodger 'character-type' (Mr. Amlan Satan), Slovak-Algerian Catholic-American 2nd-gen immigrant, who'd cross-path with a dark pair of 'fallen'-angels of commerce/capitalism ethos for our Blue Planet of photo-synthesis. Follow along, friends (Facebook-like)."

SATAN: I merely want to thief the gems of the aristocrat's party-mansion house-safe.

ANGELS: We're the Angels, Amlan Satan, a NY-fashionable cocaine couple of investors!

SATAN: I'll get this deed for ya...since I clearly see you're like...Mr/Mrs Macbeth (ok).

ANGELS: Fair for fare, for freckles-fingering the fountain-of-fiction cast by the host.

SATAN: The host of this party, Angels...a 'Mister Yale'...seems rather Gatsby-like, no?

ANGELS: He's much a shattering-Fagin, Amlan Satan (good-luck, self-like).

MISTER YALE: Where the Hell are my (actual) treasures, fool?
BUTLER: The party was a smash, sir...and there were guests (masked) in your den.

YALE: You allowed guests (masked/drunk) to enter my den party late-hour, sir?

BUTLER: Sir, there were three guests (total), and I was escort (monitoring!).

YALE: Yes, yes, sure, man...but you allowed yourself to get absinthe-drunk.

BUTLER: According to your (personal) gem-speculator, the swapped/placed gems are good!

YALE: Yes, whoever burned my safe with chemicals and made swap left good-gems (damn).

BUTLER: Something to do with commerce-prestige for folk-stories of this century, sir.

YALE: You guessed it, man...and our 'Artful Dodger' (in-question) was 'sponsored' here.

BUTLER: Damn (self-like).

"Mr. Amlan Satan, the protagonist antihero 'prince' of this (rather-dark) faerie-tale of the challenge of streets-prestige for early 20th-Century New York 'things' of diamonds (and 'insurance'), acquired the laurel his stranger-angels 'employers' cast for him and facilitated a gossip-game against the corrupt/nihilistic Mister Yale (of Wall-St.). Was Amlan the (actual) Artful Dodger...and would/could NY-capitalism (forever) 'feel' like a social/faces things...of touchdowns? What do you think (for doubt)?"