"Remember," warned Bunny, mischievously, "curiosity killed the cat."
The ringing of the telephone bell interrupted their conversation.
"What's that?" yelled Matthew into the mouthpiece. "The hell you say! All right, I'll be right up." He hung up the receiver, jumped up excitedly and grabbed his hat.
"What's the matter?" shouted Bunny. "Somebody dead?"
"No," answered the agitated Matthew, "Helen's had a miscarriage," and he dashed out of the room.
"Somebody dead right on," murmured Bunny, half aloud.
Joseph Bonds and Santop Licorice, clean shaven and immaculate, followed the Irish red cap into their drawing room on the New York Express.
"It sure feels good to get out of the barrel once more," sighed Bonds, dropping down on the soft cushion and pulling out a huge cigar.
"Ain't it the truth?" agreed the former Admiral of the Royal African Navy.