"
"Then it may go hard with you. Alf, I still believe you had somethin' to
do with that case."
"I didn't, Anderson, so help me."
"Well, doggone it, somebody did," roared the marshal. "If it wasn't you,
who was it? Answer that, sir."
"Why, consarn you, Anderson Crow, I didn't have any spare children to
leave around on doorsteps. I've allus had trouble to keep from leavin'
myself there. Besides, it was a woman that left her, wasn't it? Well,
consarn it, I'm not a woman, am I? Look at my whiskers, gee whiz! I--"
"I didn't say you left the baskit, Alf; I only said you'd somethin' to
do with it. I remember that there was a strong smell of liquor around
the place that night." In an instant Anderson was sniffing the air.
"Consarn ye, the same smell as now--yer drunk."
"Tom Folly drinks, too," protested Alf. "He drinks Martini cocktails."
"Don't you?"
"Not any more. The last time I ordered one was in a Dutch eatin' house
up to Boggs City. The waiter couldn't speak a word of English, an'
that's the reason I got so full. Every time I ordered 'dry Martini' he
brought me three. He didn't know how to spell it. No, sir, Anderson; I'm
not the woman you want. I was at home asleep that night. I remember jest
as well as anything, that I said before goin' to bed that it was a good
night to sleep. I remember lookin' at the kitchen clock an' seein' it
was jest eighteen minutes after eleven.
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