't go in for that--not me and
Carroll. But don't talk too much. Of course you'll have to answer a
lot of questions, and the easier you do the better for you. But wait
until they're asked. Maybe it's against my interests to say that, but
I've sort of took a notion to you. Now you'd better get ready to
leave."

"You mean lock the place up?"

"Oh, no, somebody'll have to stay here."

"Not me!" interrupted Mulligan. "I haven't had my breakfast. I was
jest comin' in off dog-watch when I happened to see what was goin' on
here--the crowd an' everythin'. I ain't goin' to stay!"

"Well, 'phone in then and get somebody," advised Carroll testily.
"Somebody's got to be here until we can look around more."

"I'll stay for a while." said Haliday. "I'd like to look about a bit
myself. I'll probably have to get the case ready for the prosecutor."

"Well, let's be going then," suggested Thong. "Shall I ring for the
wagon?"

His partner shook his head after a look at Darcy.

"The trolley'll be all right for him," he said in a whisper. "We can
get out the back way and avoid the crowd," for the street in front of
the jewelry store was still thronged, in spite of the ever increasing
rain. "As for King, he's asleep, and I guess we can put him to bed
here. If we try to carry him out there'll be more of a push than there
is now. Let him sleep it off," and he glanced at a huddled figure in a
corner chair.

"Who's asleep?" broke in the thick voice of the wastral. "Whash matter
you fellers, anyhow? Man comes in get li'l preshent for his wife--wife
sits up all night waitin'--she's 'titled to li'l preshent. Wheresh my
gold knife, Darcy? I give it to you--have 'grave--Pearl's
name--wheresh my knife?"

"You can have it pretty soon," promised Thong. "Look here, Harry, my
boy. You're pretty drunk, for a fact, but do you happen to know where
you were and what you did last night--and early this morning? Try to
think--it may mean a lot to you!" and he spoke earnestly. "Where were
you--what did you do?"

"What I did?" He blinked his eyes rapidly, to rid them of the water
which poured forth in an effort to assuage their drink-inflamed
condition, and regarded those about him with half-drunken gravity.
"What I did? You want to know--what--what I did?"

"Yes. Where were you, and what did you do?" asked Carroll easily.

"Hu! Got drunk, thash what I did. Can't you see? I'm drunk yet, but
I don't care! Ha! Had one s