On the other hand, to go down and get his fingers nicely placed about the throat of the man downstairs meant that he would get his three hundred dollars back.
What to do? What to do?
"Oh, gosh! Oh, Gee!" sighed Officer Garroway.
A measured footstep made itself heard. There came into his range of vision an ambassadorial-looking man with a swelling waistcoat and a spot of ink on his nose. And, seeing him, the policeman uttered a cry of elation.
3
"Hey!" said Officer Garroway.
"Sir?" said the new-comer.
"You're a deputy."
"No, sir. I am a butler."
"Say, Be-eeeee-mish!" bleated the voice below.