The Bullfighters Page #3

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the great bullfighter from Barcelona?

Why no, sir, we've never been

in Barcelona in our lives.

- No?

- We come from Peoria.

Peoria. Oh...

Ever run across a fellow

by the name of Richard K. Muldoon?

Richard K...

Oh, why of course.

I sent him to prison for 20 year.

Really?

- Yes, sir.

- You sent him to prison?

I was the one that sent him to prison.

l...

I beg your pardon, sir,

but why do you ask?

Well, I'm in business with him.

- I left his office not over an hour ago.

- An hour ago?

Well, how did he get out

of prison so soon?

After five years, they found he

was innocent. The real guy confessed.

- Innocent?

- That's right.

Gee, that's terrible.

Maybe you better go apologize.

That's an awful thing to do to.

I better go and apologize?

Why, you were the one

that so falsely accused him.

Why, if you had a spark of manhood

left in your system...

...you'd go right over

and apologize to Mr. Muldoon.

- I'll do that...

- Just a minute.

If you'll take my tip

you'll never cross his path...

...because he said he was

gonna skin you both alive.

Now, if you're smart

you'll get out of town...

...because he said, "First

the little one then the big one...

...I'll skin them both alive."

- Thanks for the information.

- Good day, gentlemen.

- Good day.

- Goodbye.

Sit down.

Over here.

Well, here's another nice mess

you've gotten me into.

- You know what?

- What?

We'd better find Larceny Nell and get

back to Peoria as fast as we can.

I guess you're right. We certainly

don't want to be skinned alive.

I should say not. I don't want to walk

around in my bones...

...rattling all over the place.

I didn't think it was possible there was

another face like that in all the world.

- I wish you good luck, seor.

- Thank you. We need it.

You know, that girl's face

is kind of familiar to me.

Oh, nonsense.

She's probably some dame

that thinks that you're the bullfighter.

No, I've seen her somewhere before.

Psst! She's at the cocktail bar.

Atlantic City.

- Come on.

- Where are you going?

- I've found Larceny Nell.

- Where is she?

She shook hands a moment ago,

and you didn't even recognize her.

Come on.

Won't you join me in a drink,

Don Sebastian?

Madam, he's not a bullfighter.

We're detectives

and you're under arrest.

You can't arrest me. I'm on Mexican

territory. You can't touch me.

We can't, huh?

We have the papers.

- What papers?

- The extradition papers.

- Are you kidding?

- Kidding?

- So, what?

- You give me back those papers.

- Try and get them.

- I certainly...

Papers or no papers, you're coming

with us. Get the handcuffs.

- Get the handcuffs, Stanley.

- Get your hands off of me.

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