"Yes, sir," said Mr. Molloy, wistfully, "I certainly wish someone would come along and offer me even as much as fifty cents for every bruise I've gotten from the ankles upwards. They've come out on me like a rash or something." "If you had my headache...." "Yes, I've a headache, too," said Mr. Molloy. "It was the hot sun beating down on my neck that did it. There were times when I thought really I'd have to pass the thing up. Say, if you knew what I feel like...." "And how about what I feel like?" shrilled Mr. Twist, quivering with self-pity. "A nice thing that was that wife of yours did to me! A fine trick to play on a business partner! Slipping stuff into my highball that laid me out cold. Is that any way to behave? Is that a system?" Mr. Molloy considered the point. "The madam is a mite impulsive," he admitted. "And leaving me laying there and putting a lily in my hand!" "That was her playfulness," explained Mr. Molloy. "Girls will have their bit of fun." "Fun! Say...." Mr. Molloy felt that it was time to point the moral. "It was your fault, Chimpie. You brought it on yourself by acting greedy and trying to get the earth. If you hadn't stood us up for that sixty-five--thirty-five of yours, all this would never have happened. Naturally no high-spirited girl like the madam wasn't going to stand for nothing like that. But listen while I tell you what I've come about. If you're willing to can all that stuff and have a fresh deal and a square one this time--one-third to me, one-third to you, and one-third to the madam--I'll put you hep to something that'll make you feel good. Yes, sir, you'll go singing about the house." "The only thing you could tell me that would make me feel good," replied Chimp, churlishly, "would be that you'd tumbled off of that bicycle of yours and broken your damned neck." Mr. Molloy was pained. "Is that nice, Chimpie?" Mr. Twist wished to know if, in the circumstances and after what had occurred, Mr. Molloy expected him to kiss him. Mr. Molloy said No, but where was the sense of harsh words? Where did harsh words get anybody? When had harsh words ever paid any dividend? "If you had a headache like mine, Chimpie," said Mr. Molloy, reproachfully, "you'd know how it felt to sit and listen to an old friend giving you the razz." Chimp was obliged to struggle for a while with a sudden return of his spluttering. "A headache like yours? Where do you get that stuff? My headache's a darned sight worse than your headache." "It couldn't be, Chimpie." "If you want to know what a headache really is, you take some of those kayo drops you're so fond of." "Well, putting that on one side," said Mr. Molloy, wisely forbearing to argue, "let me tell you what I've come here about. Chimpie, that guy Carmody has double-crossed us. He was on to us from the start." "What!"