"You infernal idiot!" roars G. Herbert. "How dare you laugh at this lady?"
"Oh, boy!" answers Van Ness, finally rollin' off his chair. "Ha, ha, ha, ha!"
"Come, Herbert!" pipes Helen. "We will go back together and my answer is Yes! Thank Heaven that man stands exposed in his true character!"
"Thas' right!" nods Herbert, waggin' his head and glarin' at all of us. "C'mon—hic—Cmon, M' dear!"
Somethin' comes staggerin' up and grabs the Kid by the arm. It was Tony.
"Aha!" he yells. "Who'sa taka my bottle gin, bottle bourbon? Sapristi! You bigga stiffa, I—"
The Kid gives him a slow straight arm, and Tony goes over the table backwards, landin' right beside his master.
"No spika da Engleesh!" says Scanlan, as Tony disappears.
I grabbed him by the arm.
"Show me them bottles," I says, gettin' wise in a flash.