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His hair was on end and his feelings were undeniably ruffled. As usual Zoie's greeting did not tend to conciliate him. "How did YOU get here?" she asked with an air of reproach. "The fire-escape," panted Jimmy and he nodded mysteriously toward the inner rooms of the apartment. "Fire-escape?" echoed Zoie. There was only one and that led through the bathroom window. Jimmy explained no further.
Jimmy turned his eyes toward Aggie to ask if it were possible that she still approved of Zoie's inhuman plan. For answer Aggie stroked his coat collar fondly. "We'll give you the signal the moment the coast is clear," she said, then she hurriedly buttoned Jimmy's large ulster and wound a muffler about his neck.
Jimmy had his misgivings about it being Bridget's "LUCKY day," but it was not for him to delay matters by dwelling upon the eccentricities of Zoie's character, and when Mrs. O'Flarety had deposited Bridget in Jimmy's short arms and slipped a well filled nursing bottle into his overcoat pocket, he took his leave hastily, lest the excited woman add Bridget's twin to her willing offering.
"He's NOT my baby," wailed the now demented mother, little dreaming that the infant for which she was searching was now reposing comfortably on a soft pillow in the adjoining room. As for Alfred, all of this was merely confirmation of Zoie's statement that this poor soul was crazy, and he was tempted to dismiss her with worthy forbearance.
This additional shock to Zoie's overstrung nerves forced a wild scream from her lips, and an answering exclamation from the nerve-racked Jimmy made her sit bolt upright. She gazed at him in astonishment. His tie was awry, one end of his collar had taken leave of its anchorage beneath his stout chin, and was now just tickling the edge of his red, perspiring brow.
"If Jimmy had gone when we told him to go, that woman would have had her old baby by now; but he didn't, oh no! All he ever does is to sit around and talk about his dinner." "Yes," cried Jimmy hotly, "and that's about as far as I ever GET with it." "You'll never get anywhere with anything," was Zoie's exasperating answer. "You're too slow."
"It certainly is," acquiesced Zoie, with an over emphasis that made Alfred turn to her with new concern. "I'm afraid that mad woman made you very nervous, dear," he said. "She certainly did," said Zoie. Zoie's nerves were destined to bear still further strain, for at that moment, there came a sharp ring at the door.
There was never anything else for us TO have. She's lied up hill and down dale from the first time she clinched her baby fingers around my hand " he imitated Zoie's dainty manner "and said 'pleased to meet you! But I've caught her with the goods this time," he shouted, "and I've just about got HIM." "Him!" echoed Jimmy weakly.
Ascending toward the fifth floor he scanned the face of the elevator boy expecting to find it particularly solemn because of the tragedy that had doubtless taken place upstairs. He was on the point of sending out a "feeler" about the matter, when he remembered Zoie's solemn injunction to "say nothing to anybody." Perhaps it was even worse than suicide. He dared let his imagination go no further.
He was making determinedly for the crib, his heart beating high with the pride of possession. Throwing back the coverlets of the bassinette, Alfred stared at the empty bed in silence, then he quickly turned to the two anxious women. "Where is he?" he asked, his eyes wide with terror. Zoie's lips opened to answer, but no words came. Alfred's eyes turned to Aggie.
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