(xx) Unwanted Samaritan

Well, sir, it's late afternoon as I see in Opens Knull. And here in the living room of a small house halfway up in the next block, we find Mrs. Victor Goode and her neighbor Mrs. Warren's Harris.

Mrs. Harris is holding forth somewhat intensely as we join the ladies, and we hear her sing. I was completely perplexed. I said, Miss Downey, you, aren't you even going upstairs and see what it was for saying?

No, she said. It probably doesn't amount to anything. It was in the attic that something fell her. I'm positive it was the attic. What's going on in that attic? See, I run over to return this down to whose neat grinder I borrowed when mine went on the blink last year.

We were standing there in the kitchen and we heard this crash from up above. It had to be the attic because if it was in the back bedroom right over our heads, it would have been simply Disney.

It was the attic, all right? Oh, I've put in your jump out of my shoes. What on earth was bad I'd say? Something dropped like it, Miss Downey, he said. And then tried to change the substance.

Can you imagine having something crashed your attic for? And not going up to investigate? No. And now let me tell you something about Downey, who's attic? Twice, last week. Oh, I believe I heard somebody in the kitchen.

Oh, yes, I served in my groceries. Ervin? Grushy? After home, sighting on a... Your uncle. Hello, Uncle Fletcher. In the living room, aren't they? Yes. Miss Goode. There's something I'd like to take up with your uncle and I.