"I find your whiskey, Miss La Tour!" says Rudie's voice, very weak and shagy from below. "I chust find him and send him right away, quick!"
"Thanks old dear!" chortled Jim. "Come up and have a drink on me!"
"No tanks!" yelled Rudie. "I'm leaving this blace right now foreffer!"
Well, we should worry! I turned to Jim, a big load off my mind.
"Jim," I says solemnly. "There is the three hundred and twentieth job!"
THE END
Transcriber's note:Varied spelling, hyphenation and dialect is as in the original.
Transcriber's note:
Varied spelling, hyphenation and dialect is as in the original.