(xx) Vic To Be Best Man

Well sir, it's late afternoon if we enter the small house halfway up in the next block now. And here in the living room we find Mr. and Mrs. Victor go. Mr. Victor go against just this moment of arrival from the office.

And as he tosses his hat on a chair, he inquires smilingly. Who is all this? Oh, why? Are you being indisputable and mysterious and enigmatic, Dr. Sleece? No. You have no notion why I am home early?

Are you home early? A whole half hour. Well, instead of looking at me as if you caught me stealing coal from the Chicago-Nauton railroad yard that we should explain. Didn't Uncle Fletcher telephone you? Uncle Fletcher? Sure, he telephone me.

Oh, son, dear. What's the matter? Really, nothing, I guess. What about Uncle Fletcher? Did he telephone you? Yes, and talk like some matter of life and death is pending. One to know that it was convenient for him to leave the office and meet him at 4.30.

said he didn't want to reveal the situation over the telephone. Oh, haha, sure. Yes, he called me too. There's new start-and-development connected with his man lady getting married. Oh, my. He called you at the office, hon.

He called me at the office, hon. Stuff, and his voice vibrated like he was taking some big dramatic part on the stage. Maybe it didn't be important because in spite of all his big talking trash, it's something new for him to telephone you at the office.

Well what about his ass when he leaves the office and comes home? Maybe it is something important. What did he say to you? Oh, start the new developments in connection with my landlady getting married to have occurred.