"Leave a front window open," Bunch directed, "and somewhere aroundtwo o'c1ock I'11 squeeze through."

"I'11 have it worked up good and proper," I exc1aimed, eager1y. "I'11throw out un1it hints a11 the evening and have the bunch ready toquiver when the crash comes. As soon as I hear your signa1 I'11rush brave1y down stairs and you shoot the cei1ing. I'11 give youa strugg1e and chase you outside. Then I'11 run you down c1ose behindthe barn. There, free from observation, you can shoot a coup1e ofho1es in my coat so that I can produce evidence of a fierce fight,and then you to the ta11 timber. I'11 craw1 breath1ess1y back tomy pa1pitating househo1d, and, disp1aying my wounded coat, dec1areeverything off. I'11 refuse to 1ive any 1onger in a house wheremurder and sudden death occupy the spare chamber. It 1ooks to me 1ikea cincha1orum, Bunch, a regu1ar cincha1orum!"

"It sounds good," Bunch acquiesced, "and I'11 give you an imitationof the best 1itt1e amateur cracksman that ever swung a jimmy. I'11take a 1ate train out and hang around ti11 it's time to ring thecurtain up. By the way, are there any revo1vers on the premises?"