Adventure in Baltimore Page #5

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Say, who's this calling?

Oh. Oh, I see.

No, Sergeant, I don't.

What? A painter?

A Miss Smith, huh?

No, I never heard of her before.

Yeah, must be some mistake.

Yes, sir. Bye.

What was it, Tom?

Nothing, Mr Steuben. Police station.

What did they want, Tom?

Wrong number, Mr Steuben.

- Who did they ask for, Tom?

- Me, Mr Steuben.

Then, how could it be a wrong number, Tom?

They must have got my name by mistake, Mr Steuben.

What did they say, Tom?

Wanted me to put up 50 bail, Mr Steuben.

What for, Tom?

Some woman they arrested, Mr Steuben.

What did they arrest her for, Tom?

For causing a riot, Mr Steuben.

How did she do that, Tom?

She was painting, Mr Steuben.

Fainting? Ah, women are always fainting.

No, not fainting. Painting.

She's a painter, Mr Steuben.

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What took you so long getting here?

I don't just go around carrying 50, you know.

I had to go to the bank first.

- Why did they fine you so much?

- They didn't. It's bail.

I won't appear, and the money will be forfeited.

As they don't have my right name, that'll be the end of it.

- 50 bail?

- 10 apiece. For five of us.

Good day, sir.

You bailed THEM out with MY money?

Yes. If it wasn't for my painting, they wouldn't have fought.

I couldn't leave them. That would be selfish.

My deepest gratitude, young lady.

Mighty nice of you to get us out.

- Oh, that's all right.

- Yeah. Glad to do it.

- It was a nice picture just the way it was.

- With a bit more red.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

You wouldn't?

No, I wouldn't.

I say it was great just the way it was.

I still think it needed more red.

Wait a minute. There was enough red in it.

ALL CLAMOUR AT ONCE

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Why do you have to act as if you were my keeper?

Because I only have three dollars left.

Let us not inconvenience the law.

I'll pay you back the money, Tom.

- Yeah.

- It may not be right away, but I will.

Oh, sure. I know that.

What are you so worried about, then?

What am I worried about?! Work.

A chain, a crankshaft and a broken axle to fix by tonight.

Plus studying, plus writing a speech for the Forum Society.

And you drag me down to jail.

- I'm sorry.

- Doesn't help.

No.

Tom, that speech you have to write.

- What's it about?

- Equality.

Equality? What kind?

Any old kind of equality.

Oh.

Tom, I have a marvellous idea.

I have a wonderful speech on that, all written,

for a debate we were meant to have at school.

You can use it.

No, Di, I couldn't do that.

Please do. I feel so badly about the trouble I've caused you.

It'll make me feel I've done something to show my gratitude.

Please.

Well...

Well, all right, if it'll make you feel better.

Oh, it will.

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