"He's a burglar," replied Mr. Yollop. "I guess you'd better take off your rings, Alice."
"Do you mean to tell me, Ernest Wilson, that you've gone back to your evil ways after all I,—"
"I say, Cassius," cried Mr. Yollop, "is this the woman you wanted to bind and gag and—and—"
"Yes, and rap over the bean," finished Mr. Smilk, as the speaker considerately refrained.
"Rap over the—what?" inquired Mrs. Champney, squinting.
"The bean," said Mr. Smilk, with emphasis.
"I can't imagine what has come over you, Ernest. You were such a nice, quiet, model prisoner,—one of the most promising I ever had anything to do with. The authorities assured me that you—do you mean to tell me that you entered this apartment for the purpose of robbing it? Don't answer! I don't want to hear your voice again. You have given me the greatest disappointment of my life. I trusted you, Ernest,—I had faith in you,—and—and now I find you here in my own brother's apartment, of all places in the world, still pursuing your-"
"Well, you went and moved away on me," broke in Smilk wrathfully.
"That's right, Alice," added Mr. Yollop. "You went and moved on him. He told me that just before you came in."
"You may as well understand right now, Ernest Wilson, that I shall never intercede for you again," said Mrs. Champney sternly. "I shall let you rot in prison. I am through with you. You don't deserve—"