"Who, Moe?" Phil asked confusedly.
"Course not. I mean Jack, specially after Moe catches up with him and finds he had that green cat and then didn't deliver." Her brow furrowed excitedly. "Look, Phil, this is the way I figger it: Moe tells Jack and some of the other punks, 'Boys, I'm paying $10,000 to anybody who brings me a green cat.' $10,000 is Moe's favorite figger dealing with smart jerks like Jack."
"But why would Moe Brimstine want a green cat?" Phil objected. "Did you ask him tonight when he was pumping you?"
"Brother, you don't ask Moe Brimstine anything," Juno assured him.
"But you do think now that your husband and Cookie stole the green cat while Old Rubberarm was keeping me out?"
Juno's look implied he stated the obvious far too often.
"Has Mr. Brimstine been asking your husband questions?" Phil asked.
"Jack wasn't billed for tonight," Juno explained. "He went off somewhere."
"To the Akeleys'?" Phil asked, a blurred memory nudging at his mind.
"This isn't the night," Juno said. Her voice became for a moment bitterly mincing. "They only receive wunct a week! Most likely Jack's gone off with Cookie somewhere."