"Back is right!" says the voice. "These guys is cheap crooks and they ain't no Marc Anthony!"
The lights go out and Honest Dan comes to, rushin' over to the stout dame with a million alibis tryin' to be first out of his mouth. I beat it around to the back, but the professor has gone somewheres else while the goin' was fair to medium.
"You have deceived me, you wretch!" screams the stout dame. "You have—"
That's as far as she got, because right in the middle of it she pulls a faint, and daughter eases her to the floor. The Kid hops out of the cabinet and grabs Honest Dan.
"Beat it, you rat," bawls Scanlan, "before I commit mayhem!"
From the way Honest Dan went out of that room, he must have passed Samoa, the first hour!
Daughter reaches up and grabs the Kid's hand.
"I—I—want to thank you," she says, "for saving my mother. I—I don't know what might have happened, if you hadn't been here!"
"That's all right!" pipes the Kid. "D'ye want us to do anything else?"
"Yes," she says. "Will you tell me where you heard that—that description of the—the million lovely loaves?"