"Well," says he, "she isn't well at all. You see, she had an awful experience last night.
"I was out and she was all alone in the house. Suddenly she heard muffled footsteps on the porch. They came nearer and finally sounded in the dining-room.
"Bravely she faced the midnight marauder, who pointed a pistol at her head.
"'Tell me where the money is hid,' he hissed, 'or I'll fire.'
"'Never,' she answered determinedly. 'Villain, do your worst.'
"'I will,' snarled the scoundrel, baffled but not beaten. 'Tell me instantly where that money is hid, or I'll drop this big woolly caterpillar down your neck.'
"Two minutes later that darned burglar crept out of the house with my hard-earned money. I tell you, Jones, he was a genius."
I left Jenkins.