"Well, anyway," she went on after a moment in a less outraged voice, "I didn't wonder too much about that at the time, 'cause he's always trying to needle me that way since he met Sashy (Jack hates me to call him that) Akeley. But then, just after I get out of the ring tonight, Moe Brimstine starts pumping me about a green cat. Seems he'd been playing through Old Rubberarm's recordings of his conversations for the afternoon, and I'd talked about a green cat when I was talking to you. He pretended it was what you call idle curiosity, but that's something Moe Brimstine's got nothing of. Course I told him you were just a harmless nut with cats in your bonnet, but he didn't seem satisfied." She looked at Phil puzzledly. "You did think you were a nut this afternoon, didn't you? You didn't believe in any green cat then--I mean, after we'd argued you out of it?" Phil had to nod. "But now you've changed your mind?" "Yes, I have. You see, I finally took your husband's advice and went to see the analyst." "That lousy psycher the Akeleys put him onto!" she snorted. Phil sketched the essentials of his episode with Dr. Romadka. When he had finished, Juno burst out, "I get it all right. If he locks you up and calls in some hoods and they demagnetize the law tape chasing you, then that green cat's no weed dream, brother!" "They didn't look like hoodlums," Phil objected doubtfully. "Besides, Miss Romadka didn't seem to think the green cat was important." "That sexy little she-punk!" Juno dismissed Mitzie contemptuously. Phil was startled--he hadn't realized he'd told Juno so much about Mitzie. "Besides," Juno went on conclusively, "Moe's interested in the green cat, or he wouldn't pump me about it, and anything Moe's interested in has gotta be real. Oh, the poor little mutt." "Who, Moe?" Phil asked confusedly. "Course not. I mean Jack, specially after Moe catches up with him and finds he had that green cat and then didn't deliver." Her brow furrowed excitedly. "Look, Phil, this is the way I figger it: Moe tells Jack and some of the other punks, 'Boys, I'm paying $10,000 to anybody who brings me a green cat.' $10,000 is Moe's favorite figger dealing with smart jerks like Jack." "But why would Moe Brimstine want a green cat?" Phil objected. "Did you ask him tonight when he was pumping you?" "Brother, you don't ask Moe Brimstine anything," Juno assured him. "But you do think now that your husband and Cookie stole the green cat while Old Rubberarm was keeping me out?" Juno's look implied he stated the obvious far too often. "Has Mr. Brimstine been asking your husband questions?" Phil asked. "Jack wasn't billed for tonight," Juno explained. "He went off somewhere." "To the Akeleys'?" Phil asked, a blurred memory nudging at his mind. "This isn't the night," Juno said. Her voice became for a moment bitterly mincing. "They only receive wunct a week! Most likely Jack's gone off with Cookie somewhere."