(xx) Hank Gutstop's Proposition

Well, sir, it's about the middle of the morning as we enter the small house halfway up in the next block now. And here in the living room we find Mr. Fletcher Rush all by himself.

Uncle Fletcher stopped past a few moments ago, shouted without receiving an answer, wanted into the front part of the house, shouted some more, and is now persuaded that no one is home. However, just for luck, he calls one more time.

Hello! Anybody upstairs, are they? Well, Sadie, how they? Well, it looks like this. I was about to throw in the sponge. I was in the kitchen on the hollard. Then in the dining room, hollard never got any nubs' go reply.

I was in the attic. Yes, I know. I never actually heard you, Hauer. You just had a scene on somebody with Hauer's. I was in the attic with the stairway door closed and couldn't have heard you, Hauer.

That's right. Well, I was riding up the alley with dumbpox on the garbage box. box and that half-web course car broke his car to send to and down by spring and thank you but not how the phones make it say to you how do you tell them what's ringing yes it's miss pro go would you answer me sure I'm on my way down

why a 50 for the second I gotta stop off in the stair sets and make a pass for myself Oh, who? You are, I'm cleaning the attic. Oh, Chuttle, speak up, ma'am. All right. Pughal, speak up, ma'am, speak up.

All right, Uncle Fletcher. You must have a wrong number, ma'am. No, Uncle Fletcher, that's Miss Trogel. Yes, Slab, you've got the wrong number. Goodbye. Oh, Uncle Fletcher. Wrong number. Wrong number. Well, it was my friend Miss Trogo there on West Monroe Street.