Now you, Mickey, what's
yours?"
"The great investigation is over, so far as our commission goes," answered
Mickey. "Multiopolis isn't robbed where she was sure she was. Her accounts
balance in the departments we've gone over. Nobody gets the slick face,
the glass eye, the lawn mower on his cocoanut, or dons the candy suit from
our work; but some folks I love had a near squeak, and I got a month
vacation! Think of that, Miss Lily Peaches O'Halloran! Gee, let's get
things fixed up here and have a party, to show the neighbouring gentlemen
what's coming to them, before the weather gets so cold they won't have
time to finish their jobs this fall. Some of them will squirm, but we
don't care. Some of them will think they won't do it, but they _will_.
Kiss me, Lily! Hug me tight, and let me go dig on the furnace foundation
'til I sweat this out of me."
When the children were sleeping that night he sat on the veranda and told
Mrs. Harding and Peter exactly what he thought wise to repeat of the day's
experience and no more; so that when he finished, all they knew was that
the investigation was over, so far as Mr.
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