"Gee!" said Mr. Twist, impressed. "That was smooth. Then you haven't got it, do you mean?"
"No. I haven't got it."
Mr. Twist had never expected to feel anything in the nature of elation that day or for many days to come, but at these words something like ecstasy came upon him. He uttered a delighted laugh, which, owing to sudden agony in the head, changed to a muffled howl.
"So, after all your smartness," he said, removing his hands from his temples as the spasm passed, "you're no better off than what I am?"
"We're both sitting pretty, Chimpie, if we get together and act quick."
"How's that? Act how?"
"I'll tell you. This chauffeur guy left the stuff and brought home the ticket...."
"... and gave it to old man Carmody, I suppose? Well, where does that get us?"
"No, sir! He didn't give it to old man Carmody. He gave it to that young Carroll fellow!" said Mr. Molloy.
The significance of the information was not lost upon Chimp. He stared at Mr. Molloy.