"I can't work it by myself. I've got to have an alibi. I and the wife are going to a theatre to-night in Birmingham."
"That's what I'm saying. You can't get alog without me. And that's why it's going to be sigsdy-five—thirty-five."
Mr. Molloy wandered to the window and looked hopelessly out over the garden.
"Think what Dolly will say when I tell her," he pleaded.
Chimp replied ungallantly that Dolly and what she might say meant little in his life. Mr. Molloy groaned hollowly.
"Well, I guess if that's the way you feel...."
Chimp assured him it was.
"Then I suppose that's the way we'll have to fix it."
"All right," said Chimp. "Then I'll be there somewheres about eleven, or a little later, maybe. And you needn't bother to leave any window opud this time. Just have a ladder laying around and I'll bust the window of the picture gallery, where the stuff is. It'll be more trouble, but I dode bide takid a bidder trouble to make thigs look more natural. You just see thad ladder's where I can fide it, and then you can leave all the difficud part of it to me."
"Difficult!"