"Wait till my husband comes home!" she cuts in. "He'll take care of you!"
"I don't need nobody to take care of me," I comes back, "I'm self supportin'."
"Why don't you let go there?" yells Eddie Brannan. "Are you and that dame doin' an act or what?"
Zip! she hangs up and just then the front door-bell makes good.
"See who it is!" I calls to one of the gang, sittin' in the game again. "Tell 'em I'm in Brazil and—"
Oh, boy!
One of them dead silences took place in the hall and—in walks the wife!
For the next five seconds it was so quiet in that flat that a graveyard would seem like a locomotive works alongside of it. Joe Leity starts to whistle soft and low, Abe Katz opens the dumbwaiter and looks down to see what kind of a jump it is and I dropped a hundred aces on the floor. The rest of the gang eases over to the door.
"Why—ah—eh—ah, what does this mean?" I says kinda weak. "I thought you had went to Lakewood."
"Well," she says, turnin' the eyes, that used to fill the Winter Garden every night, on the gang, "where d'ye figure I am now? I'll give you three guesses!"