1939-xx-xx (xx) Mr. Gumpox Offers Sade a Stall

Well sir, it's late afternoon as we enter the small house, halfway up in the next block now, and here in the living room we find Mr. and Mrs. Victor Gook. Say it is established on the Davenport, engaged with a piece of needlework, while Vic, who is just this moment arrived home from the office, seats himself at the library table.

There's about him a certain hostility. Listen. Corporal Johnson, old chap. I'd like to nip an idea, you're using the bud. What's this now? I had a brief chat with Soderfern just now. Where is he, Aunt Beth?

Yeah, loading up his costume, Hankin. He tell you about Mr. Gumpox's lovely offer? He told me about Mr. Gumpox's lovely offer, and also vouchsafed a remark to concerning some possession. Hey, now, I'll listen. Keep your shirt on.

I have no intention of removing it. Stove poker mentioned my large junk. I didn't question him closely, but I got it. It was your intention. Goodness gracious, Vic. Yeah, like you're almost mad. No, they're bit of it. How would I do it?

Now what comes home from the office and gets mad at this wife before she's even got time to choke Billy Patterson. Oh, except for saying hello, I haven't opened my mouth yet. You evade the issue. I'm not mad.

I only wish to clear up a matter. I discuss briefly with Pigeon Hole out in the backyard just now. Mine. Here's Pigeon Hole himself. Well, he gets here and we'll see what the big commotion's all about.

I'm all lit up, mine. What? I got all the stuff from the basement side of my wagon. my wagon. All right. So you'll get the junk from upstairs you want. Yeah but stick around a minute. Your father's all bothered. What you tell about in the backyard that made him come racing in like a tiger to where I was afraid he'd lunge at my throat. I don't