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Particularly beautiful when she's asleep, spreading out all over the pillow like a silken " An audible, muffled, groan came from the occupant of the rocking-chair heard only by Mr. Smilk. His gaze went first to the purpling face of Mrs. Champney, then to the door, then back to the lady again. "For your sake, Mr. Yollop, I won't clip it," he announced.
Then she said she was going to see your lawyer and ask him to put her on the witness stand to testify that you are a good, loyal, hard-working husband and that your children ought to have a father's hand over them, and a lot more like that." "She tried that once before and the court wouldn't let her testify," said Smilk.
Plaza 00100: "I don't know, and I don't give a damn so long as she's here in time to get break " Smilk, furiously: "Hey, you go back there and bust into her room. Hear what I say? Better take a club or a gun or something " Plaza 00100; "Go to thunder!" Smilk, flinching as he jerked the receiver away from his ear: "Lord! I bet he put that telephone out of whack!"
The chances are she's some woman customer of his that's got stuck on him, tryin' hats and all that, and maybe gettin' all the hats she wants for nothin', and this feller Smilk he gets onto the game and goes out for a little money. See what I mean?"
"Well, I'm not a lawyer. Nevertheless, I must decline to act as a depository for your obviously ill-gotten gains." "Gee, that's tough," lamented Mr. Smilk. "Wouldn't you just let me drop it behind something or other, that book case over there say, and I'll promise to send for it some night when you're out, " "No use, Cassius," broke in Mr. Yollop, firmly. "I'm deaf to your entreaties.
I'll do it. And then, when the police arrive, we'll have something for them to do. We'll let them see if they can find my slippers. That ought to be really quite interesting." "There's something about you," said Mr. Smilk, not without a touch of admiration in his voice, "that I simply can't help liking." "That's what the wolf said to Little Red Riding-Hood, if I remember correctly.
"I wish I had shot you, Smilk, when I had the chance," said Mr. Yollop sadly. "This is abominable, atrocious. Getting a man out of bed at half-past three! It's unspeakable, Smilk!" "She's a light sleeper," mused Mr. Smilk aloud, dreamily. "What say?" "Don't bother me. I'm thinkin'!" Mr. Yollop waited a moment. "What are you thinking about, Cassius?" Cassius started. "... Eh?
"Sometimes it is very difficult to wake them after two o'clock A.M. Just jiggle it if she doesn't respond at once. Seems that jiggling wakes them when nothing else will." Mr. Yollop, very tall and spare in his pajamas, stood behind the burly Mr. Smilk, the dangling disc almost touching the latter's hunched up shoulders. "This is a devil of a note," quoth Mr. Smilk, taking down the receiver.
He gazed hungrily at the revolver. "I never dreamed there were so many cuss-words in the world," gasped Mr. Yollop, blinking. "There ain't half enough," announced Mr. Smilk, in a far away voice. "Put that pistol down!" roared Mr. Yollop. "What are you going to do? Shoot yourself?" "It would save an awful lot of trouble," said Mr. Smilk. "The deuce it would!
Yollop, so's you won't have to watch me rap her over the bean. After I've gone through the apartment, I'll " "Would you strike a woman, Ernest Wilson?" cried Mrs. Champney. "See here, Smilk," said Mr. Yollop, "I cannot allow you to strike my sister. If you so much as lay a finger on her, I'll thrash you within an inch of your life." "Oh, you will, will you?" sneered Mr. Smilk.
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