"I'm not asking about your troubles," interrupted the officer
savagely, and Jimmy felt the huge creature's obnoxious fingers
tightening again on his collar. "Go ahead, sir," said the
officer to Alfred.
"Well," began Alfred, nodding toward the now livid Jimmy, "he was
out with my boy when I arrived. I stopped him from going out
with him a second time, and now you, officer, catch him slipping
down the fire-escape. I don't know what to say," he finished
weakly.
"_I_ do," exclaimed Jimmy, feeling more and more like a high
explosive, "and I'll say it."
"Cut it," shouted the officer. And before Jimmy could get
further, Alfred resumed with fresh vehemence.
"He's supposed to be a friend of mine," he explained to the
officer, as he nodded toward the wriggling Jimmy. "He was all
right when I left him a few months ago."
"You'll think I'm all right again," shouted Jimmy, trying to get
free from the officer, "before I've finished telling all I----"
"That won't help any," interrupted the officer firmly, and with
another twist of Jimmy's badly wilted collar he turned to Alfred
with his most civil manner, "What shall I do with him, sir?"
"I don't know," said Alfred, convinced that his friend was a fit
subject for a straight jacket. "This is horrible."
"It's absurd," cried Zoie, on the verge of hysterics, and in
utter despair of ever disentangling the present complication
without ultimately losing Alfred, "you're all absurd," she cried
wildly.
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