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REPORT OF J. M. #9
June 25th.
To-day as I came out of the work-people's entrance to Dunsany's at noon Jumbo passed by on the sidewalk. He tipped me a scarcely perceptible wink, and kept on, as I was with my fellow-workmen. I suppose that he wished to catch me in the act, so to speak. In other words he wants to have it understood between us that he knows I work there. It is a step towards more confidential communications.
We met as usual to-night at the Turtle Bay Café, but something had happened in the meantime, because Jumbo was glum and sour. I made believe not to notice it. After he had a drink or two he volunteered the reason.
"A fellow broke into my rooms to-day, a sneak thief," he said.
"No! What did you do to him?" said I.
"Oh, I half killed him and let him go. He didn't get anything."
This was obviously no explanation of his worried air. I continued to question him about the affair with a friend's natural curiosity, but he suddenly became suspicious, so I let it drop. I do not know if this has anything to do with your other activities, but I give it for what it's worth.
Later in the evening when Jumbo's good-humour was somewhat restored, he referred to our noon meeting in a facetious way.