But he
opened the door and began roaring at me in a loud tone, calling
me an imp of Mischeif and other things, and yelling for a towle.
I then went in and closed the door and said:
"That's right. Bellow and spoil it all."
"Spoil what?" he said, glareing at me. "There's nothing
left to spoil, is there? Look at that bed! Look at me!"
"Father," I said, "while you are raging about over such a
thing as a wet Sponge, which I was driven to in desparation, the
house is or rather has been robbed."
He then sat down on the bed and said:
"You are growing up, Bab, although it is early for the
burglar obsession. Go on, though. Who is robbing us and why?
Because if he finds any Money I'll divide with him."
Such a speach discouraged me, for I can bear anything
except to be laughed at. I therfore said:
"William has just taken your Dispach Case out of the safe.
I saw him."
"William!"
"William," I repeated in a tence voice.
He was then alarmed and put on his slippers and dressing
gown.
"You stay here," he observed. "Personally I think you've
had a bad dream, because William can't possably know the
combination of that safe.
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