The Big House Page #3

and my pal morg. Come on, morg.

Aw, come on.

Oh, go on.

Oh, go on.

I'm going to read this.

You and me, morg.

Hey, come on. Scram.

Hey, what's the big idea?

Get out of here.

Go on. Go on.

Say, morg...

who do you suppose

would write me a letter?

I'll read it

to you, butch.

Say, if i even knew

a dame called myrtle,

i'd kick

her teeth out.

Go on. Read it.

Who's it from?

Well, it's about

your mother, butch.

My old lady?

Yeah.

Gee, she's been

holding out on me.

I didn't even know

she could write.

Well, it isn't

from her, butch.

It's from a guy

named tony loop.

It's about-

nothing wrong.

Go on. Read it.

"Dear butch,

when your mother was sick,

"she didn't want me

to write no letter and tell you,

"even when

they took her to the county hospital.

"I went to see her

a couple of times,

"and she said you

had enough to worry

"without having

to think about her.

Anyway, she..."

"she died yesterday.

"And as we couldn't

get enough money

"to give her

a send-off,

"we had to let

the hospital take care of it.

"Anyway, we sent her

a bunch of flowers,

"and i guess

that's all.

Yours truly...

tony loop."

Gee, i can't

believe it, morg.

Ma's dead.

I wonder if it

hurt her much.

Oh, i don't

think so, butch.

She probably just

dropped off quietly.

Yeah?

Yeah.

She was pretty old, wasn't she?

About 70...

and as big

as a minute...

and game.

And, say,

the last time i was arrested,

she fought

like a wildcat.

It took two bulls

to hold her,

and she almost bit

the thumb off of one of them.

Gee, she was

a swell old lady.

I wish you would have

met her, morg.

So do i, butch.

Say, morg...

i'm going to make

a break.

I'm going to get

out of here,

and i'm going to give

that little old lady

the swellest funeral

she ever had.

Pipe down, will you?

Here comes oliver.

Hello, morgan.

Got a match?

Sure.

Thanks.

Good news, butch?

Bad news whenever

you come around.

Great kidder,

isn't he, morgan?

Yes, and he's not always kidding.

You know, that guy's

a stool pigeon if ever there was one.

I wish i could get

the lowdown on him.

I'll knife him

someday.

Aw, that kind

of talk won't get you anywheres.

I'm going to break

this place wide open.

Yeah, and then

what will happen to you?

Down in the dungeon

with the rats. Huh.

No. We got to take

our medicine, butch.

It's all right

for you to talk.

You'll be going

out of here in a few years.

But what do i gain

eating this dirt?

I'd go nuts if i

didn't start trouble once in a while.

I'd rather

stand up and fight,

and even if i got

the rope,

it's better than

sitting here rotting in this stinking hole.

Aw, cut out

that talk, butch. Do you hear?

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