Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-06-15

Mr.. Molloy considered the point.
The madam is a mite impulsive,"
he admitted. And now let me tell
you what I've come here about
Chimpie, Carmody has double-crosSed
us. He was on to us from the start"
What"
lips. And do you know what he done?
He took that stuff out Of the closet
and sent his chauffeur over to
Worcester to put It in the luggage place
at the depot there"
"Gee!' said Mr.. Twist, impressed.
THAT was smooth. Then you haven't
| got it, do you mean?"
mo. 1 haven't got it,
Mr.. Twist had never expected to feel
anything in the nature OF elation that
day, or for many days to come, but,
at these words, something ike ecstasy
| came upon him. He uttered q de-
| lighted laugh, which, owing to sudden
agony in the head, changed to muf-
| filed howl.
$50, after all your smartness," he
said, removing his hands from his tenn
| Piles as the spasm passed. you're no
better off than what I amp"
We're both sitting pretty. Chixnpie,
| if we get together and act quick
"How's that? Act howe"
"Ill tell you. This chaute'H guy
| IelJ GIle Stu4A anu OAouSAA 'POiiic 0AAS
and gave IL TO Caruoody. >
suppose? Well, wf1Spc does that get us?"
| mo, sir He didn't give It 70 Car
mody. He gave it to that Carroll fell
low!' said Mr.. Mollov.
Chimp stared at Mr.. MoTfoy.
"Carroll?" he said. You mean the
bird upstairs?"
FIs he upstairs?"
Sure he's upstairs Locked in a
room with bars on the ~~-i'a3Zs'- You're
certain he has the ticket:"
Il know he has. So all we've got to
| do now is get it off him"
And how" inquired Chimp, do you
propose to do it?"
Mr.. Molloy made no immediate reply.
IT thought maybe you would think of q
way, Chimpie," he was finally COM
PEELED to confess.
And while I'm doing it, you'll just
sit back and have nice rest? And an
you're suggesting that I'm to get out q
Now, Chimpiel" quavered Mr.. Molloy
| He had feared this development.
! let me tell you"
Now, Chimpie," urged Mr.. Molloy,
'1et's not start all that over again. We
ment. It's all fixed"
as it? Come down out of the clouds.
you're soaring the birds. What I want
now, if I'm going to do all the work, is
1890"
"Seventy-thirty!" echoed Mr. Molloy,
appalled,.
of of that guy"
Mr.. Molloy gazed dismally before him.
He yearned for his dear wife's gentle
presence. In crisis like this she would
have been full of ideas
| I'VE can't keep him locked up for
ever" he said unhappily.
| I'VE don't have to-not If you agree
to my 1890"
Have you thought of a way, them"
Sure I've thought of a way"
| Mr.. Molloy knew what this meant.
The moment he gave up the riddle
Chimp would come out with some
scheme that had been staring him in
the face all along, if only he had had
the intelligence to see it.
'Well?" said Chimp. Think quick.
| And don't say, when I've told you, that
it's just the idea you've had yourself"
Mr.. Molloy urged his weary brain to
one last squirt of activity, but without
result
IAN right, Chimpie," he sighed,
facing the inevitable.
Seventy thirty?"
"Seventy-thirty. Though how I'm to
break it to the madam I don't know.
It'll be blow for the madam"
II hope it chokes her." said Chimp.
unchivalrously. We'll, then. Here's
what we do. When F1annery takes the
guy his coffee and eggs tomorrow
therell be something in the pot be-
sides coffee. There'n be some of those
kayo drops of yours. And all we have
| to do is walk up stairs and dig the
ticket out of his clothes, and there
we are
Mr. Molloy uttered an agonized cry.
I'D have thought of that my
| self :" he walled.
"Sure you would replied Chimp,
comfortably, "if you'd Of had something
that wasn't a hubbard squash where
your head ought to be. Those inita-
ton heads never pay in the long run.
| What you ought to do is sell yours for
what it'll fetch and get a new one.
| And next time" said Chimp, make it
| a prettier one"