But Harry--ah, he's too tender-hearted. If Harry was a chicken
thief, before he'd wring a chicken's neck he'd give it laughing
gas. Why, you remember the lady that woke up and begged him to
give her back a gold watch because it belonged to her little
girl who was dead. Well--it turned out the little girl wasn't
dead. It turned out the little girl was a big boy, alive and
kicking--especially kicking. He kicked me into a rose bush.

HATCH:
That'll do. Harry's learning his trade. He'll pick it up in time.

REDDY:
About time he picked up something. Remember the Gainesville Bank;
where he went away leaving ten thousand dollars in the back of the
safe. "Why didn't he pick THAT up?

HATCH:
Because it wasn't there. Bank directors always say that--to make
us feel bad. Hush!

(HARRY enters, carrying his silk muffler, which now is wrapped
about a collection of jewels and watches.)

HATCH:
That's quick work. What did you get?

HARRY:
Some neck strings, and rings, and two watches.

(He spreads the muffler on the table. The three men examine the