“Now,” said Mr. Molloy, “you are talking.”
“Well, that’s that,” said Chimp. “Now let’s get down to it and see what we can do.”
“I might go to the joint again and have another talk with that guy,” suggested Mr. Molloy.
“No sense in that,” said Chimp, somewhat perturbed. It did not at all suit his plans to have his old friend roaming about in the neighbourhood of Mon Repos while he was in residence.
“I don’t know so much,” said Mr. Molloy thoughtfully. “I didn’t seem to get going quite good that last time. The fellow had me out on the sidewalk before I could pull a real spiel. If I tried again——”
“It wouldn’t be any use,” said Chimp. “This guy Shotter told you himself he had a special reason for staying on.”
“You don’t think he’s wise to the stuff being there?” said Dolly, alarmed.
“No, no,” said Chimp. “Nothing like that. There’s a dame next door he’s kind of stuck on.”
“How do you know?”
Chimp gulped. He felt like a man who discovers himself on the brink of a precipice.