need some nourishment in you first."

So we drags him over to the opposite corner, where there's a drugstore,
and got a glass of hot milk under his vest. Then I calls a taxi, and
we all starts for the nearest Turkish bath joint.

"That's all, Torchy," says Mr. Robert. "I won't bother you any more
with this wretched business. You'd best go now."

"Suppose something happens to him?" says I. "You'll need a witness,
won't you?"

"I hadn't thought of that," says he.

"There's no tellin'," says I. "Them coroners deputies are mostly
boneheads. I'd better stay on the job."

"I know of no one I'd rather have, Torchy," says he.

Course, he was stretchin' it there. But we fixes it up that while
Bunny is bein' soaked out I'll have time to pluck some eats. Meanwhile
Mr. Robert will 'phone his man to dig out one of his old dress suits,
with fixin's, which I'm to collect and have waitin' for Blashford.

"Better have him barbered some too, hadn't I?" says I.

"A lot," says Mr. Robert, slippin' me a couple of tens for expenses.
"And when he's all ready call me at the club."

So, take it all around, I has quite some busy evenin'. I stayed long