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I got a favor I'd like to ask of you, Mr. Yollop." "I'm inclined to grant almost any favor you may ask," said Mr. Yollop, sympathetically. "I know how miserable you must feel, Cassius, and how hard life is for you. Do you want me to shoot you?" "No, I don't," exclaimed Mr. Smilk hastily. "I want you to take my roll of bills and hide it before the police come. That ain't much to ask, is it?"
Yollop start to tyin' you up with that muffler of his hangin' over there in the closet by the time I've said three, I'm goin' to shoot him. I hate to do it, 'cause he's a fine feller and don't deserve to be shot on account of any darn' fool woman." "I suppose you know the law provides a very unpleasant penalty for murder," said Mrs. Champney, but her voice quavered disloyally.
You give me police " "Tell her I've got you surrounded," whispered Mr. Yollop. "Hello! Hell lo! Central!" "Jiggle it." "Ah, Mademoiselle! Pardon my " Voice at the other end of the wire: "Ring off! You've got wrong number. This is police headquarters." Audible sound of distant receiver being slapped upon its hook. "Gee whiz! Now, we're up against it, Mister.
Didn't he tell you that he had a wife and several children?" Yollop: "I don't recall that he said anything about several children. He said he had several wives." Counsel, startled: "What's that?" A bailiff, harshly addressing a woman in the front row of spectators: "Order! Order!" The Woman in the front row: "The dirty liar!"
Do you realize what that means, Mr. Strumpet? It means " "Yollop, if you please."
Yollop, that this man was so exhausted from lack of food that he was not only unable to defend himself from your assault but that the weakest blow or even a gentle push with the open hand, would have sent him sprawling?" Yollop: "I don't know anything about that." Counsel: "Wasn't he so weak that he could hardly walk across the room after he arose?" Yollop: "Possibly.
"Have you a hanky, Cassius?" inquired Mr. Yollop. "I refuse to have that disgusting wretch's filthy handkerchief stuffed into my mouth," cried Mrs. Champney, with spirit. Mr. Yollop chuckled. "Good gracious, Crittenden, what is there to laugh at?" "I was thinking of your roll of bills, Cassius," said Mr. Yollop. "Not on your life," said Cassius, who evidently had had the same thought.
"Why, the man's insane, Crittenden, positively insane. He doesn't know what he's " "For God's sake, don't start anything like that," barked Cassius. "That would be the LIMIT!" "You don't understand, Alice," said Mr. Yollop kindly. "The poor fellew merely wants to have the law enforced. He says it's a crime the way the law is being violated these days. Or words to that effect, eh, Cassius?"
"You bet I remember it!" ruefully. "Well, then," said Mr. Yollop, "what is your name?" "Jones." "What?" "I thought you said you could hear with that thing!" "I heard you say Jones quite distinctly, but why can't you answer my question? It was civil enough, wasn't it?" "Well," said the crook, still decidedly uncertain as to the expression in Mr.
Counsel, with a pitying look at the jury: "He was still the big, strong, able-bodied man that you had knocked down with your brawny fist, eh?" Yollop, mildly: "He may have been a little sleepy. I was." A Bailiff: "Order! Counsel, severely: "Now, Mr.
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