(xx) Jimmy Custard

Well, sir, it's early evening as our scene opens now, and here in the living room, the small house halfway up to the next block, we find two gentlemen of our acquaintance. They can young Rush, our seat to down the Davenport, waiting for a save to descend from downstairs, so that Paul III may sally forth and pay a social call on Mr. and Mrs. Frederick's den bottom.

Rush is filling in the waiting time by reading aloud from a volume of vigorous fiction. They're Lieutenant Clinton Stanley, glanced briefly at Lady Margaret and the beautiful woman Pinkin. She spends a whole half-week day Pinkin' it. Yeah she does considerable Pinkin' it all right. I love you, mother, to handsome young officer, but just as the lovers were about to share a hug and kiss, six pistol

shots rang out and a band of counterfeiters of poach. Is everybody ready? You know we've been ready for 20 minutes. Kitchen light, doll, back door lock. Did you look after those chores, Catherine? No. See, you're not ready.

School doctor's sleep. Turn out the lights, lock the door, and I may even have left the pantry window open. Check off on stuff. Okay. You're ready? That dog. Oh boy. Hey, hey. Well, we might as well step along.

Past 730. Bread and Ruthie are starting to look for us. Oh. Well, you did leave the pantry window open. I can feel the drag. And also you left one of the faucets, Vipin. All right.

Check off on trash. Hey. You know what I'm going to do. I'm going to do I'm going to come right out blunt and ask Mrs. Donah who what's going on in her attic why I happened to glance out the window in the go and I was upstairs and she's got a curtain up over there