(xx) Vic's Wide Brimmed Hat

Well sir, it's late afternoon as we handle the small house halfway up in the next block now, and here in the living room We find mister and mrs. Victor duk and their son mr. Rushgook The two male members of the family are seated side by side on the Davenport. They look vaguely Conspiratorial

Sage stands near the library table eyeing them suspiciously and she's saying I Never heard of anything so fishy you are unwindingly incredibly stuck to sleep. I'll say I am Why on earth would Pabers make you a present of a hat?

You certainly didn't explain the status of your skeptical. A skeptical? Rush, did your father slip you a quarter to tell that story? No. Look at you laugh. Well, innocent guys always laugh guilty when they're accused of something.

Regular unwritten law. You were walking down Santa Street, huh? And right out of a clear sky, Pabers clerk button holds you. I was walking down Santa Street on my way to the jewelry store to get guns watched.

It was being repaired, Said. Needed regulating in Ireland. Once I heard you two fellas making your arrangements a snoon. Go on, Rush. You were walking down Center Street. When I passed Clee Burger's store, one of the clerks was standing in the doorway.

He says, you're the good boy, aren't you? I said I was. Step inside a minute, he says, I've got a package for your father. That's absolute truth, ma. Cross my heart and hope to die eat a banana and holler high.

Mighty darn funny. Very clerk say anything else, that's true. He says, this is a hat. Give it to your father with the coddleman of Clee Burger's haberdasher. Mm-hmm. Might be darn funny. Why, see, nothing's changed, you buddy.