"Hello! Is that you, Miss Central? This is me," he howled
into the transmitter. "Gimme Miss Minerva's beau. I don't
know his number, but he's got a office over my papa's
bank."
His father being out of town, the little boy shrewdly decided
that Miss Minerva's beau was the next best man to help capture
the robber.
"Miss Minerva what lives by me," he shrieked.
Fortunately Central recognized his childish voice and was
willing to humor him, so as she too knew Miss Minerva's
beau. the connection was quickly made.
"Hello! Is that you, Major? This is me. If you don't want
Mr. Algernon Jones to be robbering everything Miss Minerva's
got you better get a move on and come right this minute.
You got to hustle and bring 'bout a million pistols and guns
and swords and tomahawks and all the mans you can find and
dogs. He's the fiercest robber ever was, and he's already done
tie Billy to a bath-room chair and done eat up 'bout a million
cold biscuits, I spec'. All of us is 'bout to be slewed.
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