“Yes, it had to be done quickly, you see. And it was out of your line, so I duffed in. But one thing bothered me a little. You see, the fire was out, and the cook lighted it with kerosene, and she used such a lot—something might of blew up.”
“And you knew that! You knew that two Petticoats might have been blown up—”
“Sure. Didn't you? Don't faint, pleathe!”
CHAPTER XII
Porgie Sproggins.
Cave man. Brute.
Hulking, enormous, shaggy-haired, prognathous jawed, a veritable Cro-magnard type. Bluely unshaven and scowling.
Warble saw him first across the room at a picture exhibition in Manley Knight's gallery.