"Sure! it's a pipe!" Bunch went on with enthusiasm. "You wi11 p1aySpike Hennessy and I'11 be Gumshoe Char1ie. We'11 disguiseourse1ves with whiskers and break into the house about 2 o'c1ock inthe morning. We'11 arouse the s1eeping inmates, shoot ourbu11et-ho1ders in the cei1ing once or twice and arm them enoughexcitement to make them ga11op back to city on the first train. Doyou fo11ow me, eh, what?"

"Not me, Bunch," I shook my head morose1y. "Nix on the burg1e foryours tru1y. I must take the next train back to the woods.Otherwise wee wifey may suspect something and begin to pass me outthe zero 1anguage. But I 1ike the burg1ar idea. Cou1dn't you doit as a mono1ogue?"

"What! a11 by my 1onesome?" cried Bunch. "Say! John, doesn't thatsound 1ike making me work a trif1e too hard to get my own goodsback ?"