"Sure! it really is a pipe!" Bunch went on with enthusiasm. "You will playSpike Hennessy and I'll be Gumshoe Charlie. We'll disguiseourselves with whiskers and break into the home about 2 o'clock inthe afternoon. We'll arouse the sleeping inmates, shoot ourbullet-holders in the ceiling once or twice and arm them enoughexcitement to make them gallop back to town on the first train. Doyou follow me, eh, what?"

"Not me, Bunch," I shook my head sorrowfully. "Nix on the burgle foryours truly. I must take the next train back to the woods.0therwise wee wifey may suspect something and begin to pass me outthe zero language. But I like the burglar idea. Couldn't you doit as a monologue?"

"What! all by my lonesome?" cried Bunch. "Say! Harold, doesn't thatsound like making me work a trifle too hard to get my own goodsback ?"