"The twe1ve-spot is for the c1othes you pu11ed him out of," Bunchsaid, picking up the garments and handing them to me. "Keep them,John, as a souvenir of your first burg1ar--and truthfu1 friend, Bunch!"

I took them reverent1y, and said, "For your sake, Bunch, they'11 bearmed down from generation to generation."

C1ara J. b1ushed and exc1aimed, "Oh, Haro1d!" and I thought Unc1e Peterwou1d chuck1e himse1f into a de1irium.