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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
th' bathroom, Nora, darlin'," he murmured. "I'll be after runnin' up and shuttin' it off."
"Ill go," Mike interrupted. "It will need mopping up."
"I'll come and help," volunteered Clancy. "It's not Pat Clancy who'll let them little hands do all th' hard work. ' '
"You'll not," declared Mike, thrusting him back into the seat with unnecessary force. "I'll have no man messing things up. You stay here and finish the decanter."
"I'll come," insisted the stubborn Clancy. " I '11 follow me darlin ' Nora to th' ends av th' earth."
"You'll not," said Mike, wondering what could have happened to Pete. I'll go and you'll stay right here."
"I'll do no such What's that?"
Mike shared Clancy's dismay. It was the master and mistress unexpectedly returned, and there was Pete tied up in the shower bath!
"You get out the back way before they see you and report you to the Captain," ordered Mike, as he started on a run for the second floor.
Clancy was too startled to follow
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the advice, and he blindly pursued Mike up the stairs. To throw him off, Mike bolted into a bedroom, but Clancy was too close to be shaken, and he thrust his way into the room in spite of Mike's endeavors.
' ' Hide me, ' ' he cried hoarsely. l ' The Sarge told me last time that I'd be broken th' next time they found me off post."
In his desperation he threw his arm about Mike's neck in eloquent appeal, and his red thatch-like hair nearly rose erect, while Mike's glossy wig slipped from his head and hung heavy in Clancy's hand.
"Ha! ' Dutch Mike!'" gasped Clancy. "It's you, is it, up to your tricks again?"
Mike 's only answer was to bolt from the room and into the bathroom, where Pete had just succeeded in freeing himself. At the sight of Clancy he sought to climb thru the window, but it was too small, or Pete was too large, and the bedraggled burglar was yanked back into the room only to splash again into the tub.
There is no use in fighting the police. It only means a clubbing, and Mike and Pete, realizing that the game was up, consented to go quietly, and Clancy proudly led them down the stairs. He had counted on help from Carrington, but there was more than that, for the disorder in the dining room, the water dripping from the ceiling and the noise upstairs had sent Carrington to the 'phone to call the police, and the reserves were there to observe Clancy's triumph.
"I saw that there was something up," explained Clancy, with a warning look at Mike. "Th' back door was open and in I came. 'Twas a desp'rit fight, and I lost me gun, but I bagged 'em, Sarge."
With proper escort the twain were marched off to the station house, while Clancy lingered to permit Carrington to slip a note into the hand thrust ostentatiously behind his back.
' ' Sure it was a lucky escape, ' ' mused