"I told you the truth the first time," the little guy says, with terrific dignity fer a future corpse.
I thought Luigi would bust a jet-gasket, but all of a sudden he calms down, and gets an expression on his puss like a tiger tryin' to smile.
"Look pop," he says, "I know how it is." And he's almost beggin' now. "I know LaTour. She's gotta have a change once't in a while. But I love that dame, see? And I gotta have her back. So if you'll just tell me where she is, I'm willin' to forget all about everythin' else—"
The little guy just looks at him sort of pitying-like. "I assure you I'd like to help you, Luigi, but—"
He stops, with his mouth open, his eyes poppin' out of his head. He's starin' at somethin' behind me and Luigi's.
I hears a low, silvery laugh, kinda like little bells tinklin', and the kinda voice you figure that there pie-eyed piper musta had on his flute, is sayin':
"Well! Hello, suckers!"
When Luigi hears that laugh, he whirls around like a weathercock on top of a landship station, his face all red and puffed up.
"Baby!" He gets that far, then his eyes start to pop out. Mine are already rollin' on the rug.