"I don't know," he said, shaking his head doubtfully. "It isn't like a lonely suburban street."
Ike grinned.
"I'm not a mug, am I? What do you say to walking in the front door, opening it with a key, and with the
keys of the rest of the house in my 'sky'? All I want is a straight man to keep doggo."
"Criminy! Have you got the twirls?" he gasped. "Where did you get 'em?"
"Never mind where they came from. I've got 'em. That's enough. More than that, I've got a lay-out of the house all marked out on paper, with every bit of stuff marked out where it ought to be. It's as easy as falling off a log."
"Am I in it?" demanded Freddy.
"Why should I be telling you if you wasn't? You keep doggo outside if you like."
More drinks were ordered, and Freddy came to business.
"What do I get?"