Why not, I asked myself, perform them
upon persons undesirable to our law-abiding populace? Cora was
acquainted with Hands McCaffery and it was through him that I learned
who the really undesirable people were."

"But why did you invite them to my wedding reception? I'd think you
could find a more appropriate place to carry out your--"

"It was an ideal place to get the Zinsky mob together. Like your Aunt
Gretchen, Mr. Zinsky has social ambitions, and he anticipated no danger
at the reception."

"I can see your point."

"Also, I wanted to get back at your Aunt Gretchen. She's been very
niggardly with funds lately and I wanted to highlight my displeasure in
a way she would remember."

I had a fairly clear picture of things now. But I still felt Uncle Peter
should be upbraided on a last point. "Uncle Peter, I think it was
shameful of you to inflict those hoodlums on the monks in that monastery
in Tibet. They'll be in panic."

"No. I was careful to send along two policemen to keep them in hand."

"So you're leaving for Tibet?"

"Of course. I've got to follow up and check on the success of my serum,
though there is really no doubt as to its potency. Also I'll be able to
achieve a life-long ambition--that of meeting the yogis from whom I
should learn a great deal."

I glanced at Cora. "Are you taking her with you?"

"Of course."

"But yogis are above things of the flesh."

Uncle Peter looked me straight in the eye. "Maybe the yogis are, but I'm
not."

There seemed nothing else to discuss, so I left Uncle Peter's chambers
and went back to Joe's Tavern. My mind, now at ease, was filled again
with thought of the honeymoon to come. I would pick up Joy and we would
be off to pink-tinted lands.

But there was a slight hitch. When I arrived at Joe's Tavern, Joy was
gone.

I inquired of the barkeep and he brought me up to date. "That screwy
dame that can throw a guy around? Sure, she was here. She had a few
drinks and then left again. She said something about having to help a
friend find some bells he lost. I don't know what kind of bells they was
but that dame can locate them if anybody can."

As I was about to leave the tavern, it occurred to me you would want to
know the truth of what's been going on, so I'm now in the backroom
writing this report which I will drop into the nearest mailbox. Then I
will go out and find my bride and start upon a well-earned honeymoon. If
you have any questions, they'll have t