The Squeaker Page #4

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Mr Harras! What on earth are you doing?

- I am playing Ping-Pong. The Ping-Pong,

I invented without a net or table or

partner. It's excellent for the reflexes.

You ought to practice more.

- I understand. You mean the column by Jos

about the jewel robbery.

That's press stuff, sensation mandering.

I'd like to say this: If the day comes,

when I'm one of the salaried writers,

you may count on "The Telegraph" having

it's finger right on the world's pulse.

- I haven't preserved this.

For sale:
inexpensive garden furniture.

A few white chairs,

several red flower pots,

and a lawnmower.

Now offers under 30-10-4/3.

The offer was to be sent in writing.

Money should be posted with the orders,

but there where no orders.

And then they were happy.

- Exactly.

White means:
diamonds and then red rubies.

And lawns are emeralds.

Yes, and the figure is a secret code.

The underworld changes every other day.

What this means is the loot from the

jewel robbery has been put on the market.

The question is only by who.

- If the Lord hadn't quit the business

once and for all, we'd had a go for him.

This is just his kind of job.

Anyway, one thing we can be sure of.

Tonight's the night. I bet the stones...

will be changing the ownership. Probably,

they land in the clutches of The Snake.

He the first one in line every time,

on these occasions.

Are you interested

in some inexpensive garden furniture?

And they're all perfect stones.

This is the end of you, Snake.

Blasted mist!

I want you to take a look at these men.

And if you feel,

you can identify any of them, tell me.

Go closer, you'll be quite all right.

Yes.

Yes.

And he, too. But where are the other two?

I don't see the boy.

And his father's not here.

- His father won't make any trouble again.

Lights!

- The rest of you can go home. Goodbye.

Move over there, come on.

Well, Gentlemen. So our little prayer

went off well, didn't it?

Someone outside to speak to you.

- I haven't any time, now.

It's the son of that man Lord.

- Why didn't you say that? Give him in.

Am I going to get my property back,

Inspector? That's the one.

He's the son.

- Yes, yes. One thing at the time, please.

So, I hear you, Lord's boy.

All right, come on.

My father told me that,

if anything went wrong,

to give you this bag.

Would you kindly take a look at this?

Here they are, Inspector. Here they are!

- That's good.

Will you check them? Let's see

if there are not missing a few.

Take a seat. All right, sit down. There.

What do they call you? You father put

a name on you, when you where born?

Jimmy Graeme.

- Are you connected with Larry Graeme?

Yes, he was my uncle...

my father's brother.

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