“Danny looked at me hard when I said that. In another minute he was runnin’ away as hard as he could go.
“‘I’m goin' to phone him,’ he says.
“And five minutes afterward he was back, mister, with a grin on his face that made it look like a half-opened steamer trunk.
“‘Belle,’ he says, ‘nobody has got no worries but Mike the Wop. My fr’en’ Doyle didn’t make no bets,’ he says, ‘b’cause he was in on the plant. He was stallin’ for Mike; only he didn’t know it was us,’ he says.
“‘Who was meant, then?’ I says.
“‘Haw-haw-haw!’ says Danny, 'who do you s’pose?'
“‘The minister on the line,’ says I.
“‘You lose,’ says he. ‘Doyle said that he thought they were after the clairvoyant!’
“‘My sakes!’ I says.
“‘Yes,’ he says. ‘Mike the Wop says to Doyle that the clairvoyant had trimmed him some way. And Doyle didn’t have no use for her, b’cause his wife kept goin’ there and spendin’ money for bum information. So he got in on the plant, and there you are,’ he says.