The policeman watched the man creep slowly out of the saloon. Hastily he approached the unfortunate culprit:
“I just saw you come out of that saloon!”
“Sh’ever see me before?”
“No!”
“Then how ’djou know it was me?”
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Page Mr. Croton
Are you acquainted with Olive Oil?
Very well, indeed.
Well, I’m her brother, Castor.