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the newsreel coverage.

This is from the hidden cameras inside the bank they're passing.

All right, hold it right there.

It sure would be easy to pick his face out of a lineup.

Dig the jacket.

Kind of stupid to wear something that wild to pull a heist.

Who needs the jacket with that scar on his face?

He never could resist that extra touch.

It's his signature.

Get me the file on Harry Grenadine. You know him? I not only know him, I was

instrumental in getting him released on parole.

He certainly doesn't look like a bank robber. Of course not. Harry Grenadine

used to be a professional Hollywood makeup man.

And just as important, a frustrated actor.

He had a short and spectacular career as a bank robber, using a different makeup

on each job, until he was caught and sent to San Quentin six years ago.

Seven hold -ups in three months.

But he looks absolutely charming.

Oh, he is.

Charming and clever.

He always took advantage of or...

created some diversion in the neighborhood to help him get away.

Like that anti -pollution protest march.

Says here he never used anything but a hand -carved wooden gun.

There. I am a good judge of faces.

I knew he couldn't hurt anyone.

Except himself.

No prints at all except the tellers.

What about the lab report?

Well, they found a slight clear residue of nail polish on the check.

The bank teller? Uh, hers is a pink.

Different brand.

Yeah, here it is.

Harry Grenadine always put clear nail polish on his fingers to mask his

Here are the photostats of the checks Harry used in his hold -ups.

Here they are.

Well, it looks bad for you, old boy.

One more thing.

The scar. He always put a scar on his face somewhere. It was his specialty as

makeup man.

He just couldn't resist showing off.

All of which proved nothing.

He's been living with his daughter and his son -in -law.

During the day, he works as a desk clerk at the Hartley house. It's a little

hotel apartment over in Canberra Place. You getting a job?

Yes, and they were pretty hard selling, hiring an ex -con.

But Gary hasn't missed a day, hasn't been late once, not in five months. The

management, the guests, everybody likes him.

What about you? Any complaints?

No. No, not a one. He comes in here every week, reports right on time.

What's the problem?

Maybe nothing.

Well, you didn't come here for nothing.

Well, I don't have anything definite yet.

Just wanted his parole officer's personal evaluation of him.

Well, perhaps I could be of more help if I knew what it was all about.

You have helped already.

Thanks for waiting, Mitch.

I'll let you know if there's anything to report.

Now, this isn't idle curiosity, Chief. I have a responsibility both to Harry and

to his employers. If he's in trouble, I should know.

If that should be the case, you'll be the first to know.

In the meantime, there's no need to mention this conversation to Harry or

else. Okay?

Okay, but I... Tell your wife it's my fault if you're late for dinner.

Thanks a lot.

What do you mean he wanted to get caught?

Both his makeup and his performance as a bank robber were so good, nobody knew

who he was.

Finally, the ham in him couldn't stand it any longer.

It's like playing a greatest role to an empty theater.

After his seventh job, he kept the makeup on, went into a bar down the

from the bank, and began buying drinks for everyone.

With the bank's money.

She doesn't like he was begging to get picked up. Which is one of the reasons I

testified for him at his parole hearing.

Ironside. Good evening, Ellen.

Mr. Sanger, Mrs. Packer. How do you do? Well, come on in. Thank you.

I expect you're here to see Dad.

Yes, is he in?

Dad, you have visitors.

How's he been?

Oh, just great. He loves his new job.

Yes, I heard he's doing very well. Well, you know Dad.

More enthusiasm for everything.

Honey,

have a piece of pie. What kind of pie?

Long time no see. How are you, Chief?

Sorry about that.

How have you been, Harry?

Great, Chief.

Well, if you gentlemen will excuse me, I have dinner dishes to do.

This is Mark Sanger, Harry. Greetings, greetings.

Sit down, my boy.

And as for you, sir, you stay downstage and an arm's length away.

You're still keeping in touch, I see.

Right, yes.

Yeah, I still read it every week. You know, they say that you can take the ham

out of a sandwich, but with my condition, all I can say is that if my

attracts a big enough crowd, I'm able to stand up and take a bow.

Obviously, you haven't lost your interest in makeup.

No, I got a whole room full of these things.

You know, I joined a little amateur group in Sausalito for the weekend, and

have a ball.

Acting, writing, makeup, the whole bit.

I think, Chief, you know my son -in -law, George.

Of course. Good to see you, Mr. Packer.

What's the trouble?

There's a professional comic for you. Always looking on the bright side of

things. I mean, a visit from a friend spells trouble to you?

As a matter of fact, Harry, this is a business call.

Oh, that's pretty cute.

You're coming here like an old buddy, but all the time you're setting him up

something. Has he been asking questions?

We've been talking.

About what?

Did he tell you your rights? Oh, now, come off it.

Well, doesn't a parolee have those rights?

I didn't come here to make an arrest, just to ask a few questions.

Let's forget the formalities, then. If you've got some questions to be

go ahead and answer them.

All right. What time did you get off work today?

Same as usual, 4 .30.

Where'd you go?

Lombard Square. That's also same as usual.

I think I ought to explain that.

The bakery down the block from the place where I work saves yesterday's bread

for me, and I have a habit of putting out a feed for the birds in Lombard

on my way home.

What time did you get home?

Well, 6 .30.

Two hours.

It's only about a mile.

Well, I wasn't in any hurry. I sat around a while in the park. I window

We don't eat dinner till pretty late. May I ask what this is all about?

Yes, you may.

A bank was held up at five o 'clock this afternoon.

You don't think I'm back in that business, do you? The M .O. was

yours. What did I tell you?

The same M .O., really?

In every detail.

Is that supposed to prove something? The newspapers carried all that when Harry

was arrested.

Anybody could have copied it. It's possible, but odd that they'd wait all

years. You know what I think?

You've got a bank robbery on your hands. You need a fall guy.

Harry's a perfect pigeon. Ah, break it off, will you?

Listen, Chief, even if I was crazy enough to try that again at my age, I

get terrible stage fright before each job.

And if Chief Ironside hadn't... Put the arm on me when he did. I'd have probably

conked out from a heart attack the next time around.

Those bank tellers, now.

That's a tough audience.

Harry, quite a few people spend their afternoons in Lombard Square.

You know any of them? I just, you know, nod to.

They're retired, most of them. They're a little slow for my style.

But some of them like to watch me feed the birds.

I got those birds trained so they come right up and they eat out of my hand.

But I couldn't give you the name of any of them.

The people, I mean.

I don't suppose the birds testimony would count, would it? This is no joke,

Harry. Can't you get that through your head?

Georgie, at my age, everything's a joke.

All right, Harry.

All right, I'll be in touch.

Can I get you a cup of coffee before you leave? No, no, no, thank you. I'll take

a rain check.

Look at that, Mr. Packer.

What's friends like that? You're a fool, George.

You know that?

This is Ironside. I want

around -the -clock surveillance in 422 Burnside, front and rear, everything

goes in and out.

We're at the scene and we'll await arrival of surveillance team.

Here comes his son -in -law.

Listen,

well, I guess I should really apologize for coming on so strong before I had no

call to, except I'm kind of protective of the old man.

He's not 100 % anymore, you know. He has these lapses, little strokes, the

doctor says.

But, hey, he's harmless.

He wouldn't do anything wrong.

I'm sure of it.

Thank you, Mr. Packer. I appreciate that.

I didn't want to say it in front of him, but I wanted you to know.

I guess I misjudged him.

Remember, Mark, they're both actors.

Yeah, I know him.

So does the bird.

Here, get so thick with them around here, when they see him coming, they're

scared to take your hat off.

He comes here every day?

Most every day.

What about yesterday?

Yeah. Yeah, he was here yesterday.

Are you sure?

Would have said so if it wasn't.

They come so old, can't even remember what happened Thursday?

No, sir.

But yesterday was Friday.

All right.

All right, so it was Friday.

Point is that he was here.

That's what you wanted to know, wasn't it?

Yes, sir.

About 4 .30 or 5.

He always comes toward the end of the day.

But yesterday, could it have been 5 .30?

I suppose.

Thank you very much.

That's what it is, nose putty.

No question what this is or these.

Well, he was here yesterday, all right, but I haven't been able to establish the

exact time.

That looks like the same coat.

Where'd it come from? Same place Mark found the nose putty and the fake...

Moustache and the fake eyebrows.

At the bottom of that trash can out there.

I just can't believe he'd be that stupid.

Discarding all those things right there.

He's not stupid.

However, he could be overplaying his hand.

Leaving it there on purpose to make it look like a frame?

That's one possibility.

Another is that somebody's really trying to frame him. They must have really

hated Harry and an awful lot to go through all that trouble just to frame

more likely motive would be to keep us thinking Harry Grenadine and watching

Harry Grenadine instead of looking for him, whoever he is.

Ironside. Yes, Mitch.

I see.

All right, thank you.

Now I'll keep you informed.

Mitch. Checked with Harry's doctor.

Never had a stroke.

In fact, he has no circulatory problems whatsoever.

Packer? Well, he's eligible, Ed.

He knows Harry's M .O. as well as anyone.

He has access to all the makeup in Harry's room.

Yeah, and he's a performer, too.

An unemployed performer.

We seem to be going around in circles.

That's right.

But one would hope that sooner or later the circles would start getting smaller.

Maybe it'll help if I get these down to the lab.

I wonder how come no blonde wig.

I've been wondering when you'd start wondering.

A wig would give the lab something to really go to work on. So that proves it.

It's a plant to frame Harry.

No, no, Fran, that's an assumption.

There's only one thing we can reasonably assume.

Whoever put those things in that trash can...

wanted them to be found.

Ah, now, Mr. Watson, don't you see, ladies and gentlemen, you'll see that in

time do my arms leave my body.

Good night, sweet Brinkle.

you insist on contributing to my welfare, the least I can do is to let

your choice. The least you can do if you're the heavy winner again is to

around and give the rest of us the chance to get our money back.

Well, I'd better telephone my daughter and tell her to hold dinner for me.

First base car deal.

Thank you, Harry.

Harry didn't go home from Lombard Square today.

Well, gambling is a violation of parole, but... for the moment, we'll let it

ride. That's what I figured.

What about the lab report?

Nothing significant, except that the mustache and eyebrows have been wiped

with absorbent cotton.

The coat is ready to wear.

Inexpensive and brand new.

No cleaner's marks, nothing in the pockets.

I'll be with you in just a moment.

Oh, that's all right. I'm just looking. Thanks.

Now, that's 422 Bernstein Place, hmm? Yes, and you're sure you can make

today? Oh, I guarantee it. Now, will that be cash or chart?

Cash. Oh, good.

One hundred.

Three.

And forty -four dollars and fifty cents.

Of course, it could be Harry's poker winnings.

It would have to be a big game to win that kind of bread.

Apparently, there's going to be another one today.

It makes three times this week. He wins all the time.

Well, if he wins all the time, why would he go to all the trouble with Rob

Banks?

No question about the M .O.

Version, star, check with the printed demand.

And no fingerprints on the check but the teller's. Did the lab find clear nail

polish on that check?

That's right.

And Harry was playing poker?

I saw him go into that rooming house. At what time? A few minutes before five.

Wednesday, 445.

Friday, 451.

The robbery occurred at 520.

What time did you see Harry leave the room? I didn't.

As soon as the other regulars got there, I had to take off.

So, in fact, we don't know it wasn't Harry.

All we know is that they were done by the same man.

Chief, why not have some film taken of Harry and compare it with what we saw at

the bank? Oh, Ed, Harry's an actor.

If we get the same moves, we'd have to catch him playing bank robber.

Again? Same M .O. and everything?

And everything.

I suppose you can prove where you were at 5 .20 this afternoon.

Sure, I was with a friend.

Fine.

Just give me his name and tell me where I can reach him. Joe Claypool.

He telephoned me and we had a beer together.

But he was just passing through town on his way down south to Los Angeles area

around there, you see.

He's a salesman, a furniture salesman. He's got a lot of lines. He covers all

California for different manufacturers.

One of them ought to know where to reach him.

Trouble is, I don't know who they are.

I see.

Well, just tell me where you had the beer.

Jerry's place.

Down fifth.

The bartender will remember me.

Good.

We'll be seeing you.

Hope so.

Hey, that's new, isn't it? Yeah, Alan bought that.

That's our first color set. That's a great picture.

It was on sale.

I guess you're wondering how we could afford this, huh?

Well, I'll tell you.

We were needing a new set, and there was this guest at this place that I work

in, and he got the word on a hot horse, and he told me about it. Now, I'd been

saving my tips.

I decided to... take a flyer. So I got him to put 20 bucks on the nose for me

the track. Well, the horse came in and paid 18 to 1, and I walked away with 360

bucks. That's not bad.

Now, what was the name of the horse?

Search me.

I mean, that's not the name of the horse. I just don't know the name of the

horse. You know, I'm not a horse player.

The guy told me the name, but since he put the bet down for me, why, all I

wanted was the results.

Well.

Sure your alibi will check out.

By the way, Ellen, is your husband working this evening?

George is in Carmel.

He drove down there this morning about a club date.

I hope he gets it.

Oh, he did.

He called from there just before you arrived.

Good.

Oh.

Incidentally, Harry.

We found some things in there.

Trash can and Lombard Square that are probably tied in with that hold up a

ago. Lombard Square?

Makeup, clothing.

Whoever's using your old technique may also be trying to set you up.

Who would do a thing like that?

I thought you might have some idea.

Beats me.

Now, if you get any ideas...

You let me know.

Sure will.

He didn't believe you.

About what? About winning that money on a horse. I can tell.

Well, that's silly.

Of course he'd believe me. If he hadn't, he'd have asked me for the name of the

man who made the bet for me.

How come you didn't ask for the name of the man who made the bet at the track?

He'd only lie again, as he did when asked for the name of the friend he was

having a beer with this evening.

Yeah, since it's a parole violation, you can't expect him to admit he was

playing poker.

If that's what he was doing.

You going to check out the bartender where he said he had the drink? I'm sure

Harry's on the phone to him right now, giving him his lines.

He sure does ad -lib a smooth story.

Mark, he's had a lot of practice.

Thank you.

It was a phone company.

George Packer did make a collect call from Carmel at 8 .10.

8 .10?

Almost three hours from the time the bank holed up.

Plenty of time to drive to Carmel.

Which means George Packer is still a candidate.

Good evening, Chief.

Laurel Staff.

Hello there. Hi, Joyce.

Something we can do for you, or did you just suddenly feel the need for a glass

of my best cherry?

A little of both.

Mark, would you do the honors for Miss Mannion?

And as he said, his best, Sherry.

You have that smug look you get when you've just written a story you know I

won't like.

Just doing your job for you.

I thought feature writers were supposed to be more direct. You know, who, where,

when, what.

All right.

Thank you.

You were about to explain how you were doing my job for me.

Yes, well, an item in tomorrow's paper caught my eye and something clicked in

head. So I went back to last Saturday's edition and, by golly, there it was

again, with unimportant variation.

Again, click.

It was suddenly six years ago when I was a cub reporter and Harry Grenadine was

playing his act all over town.

And now you're going to do your story.

I already have.

I'm saving it for Monday's edition so I'll get plenty of play.

It's kind of interesting how I do it.

First, I recap Harry's routine of six years ago, and then I relate the last

couple of weeks.

Having set the stage, I bring the public up to date by informing them that you

are in personal charge of the investigation and that no arrest has

And then I come up with the zinger that the man personally responsible for Daffy

Harry being at large and free to do his shtick again is none other than his

benefactor, Chief Robert T.

Ironside.

I left the last paragraph open in case you had any comments you wanted to make.

No.

No, I think you might as well tell them to set it up the way it is.

As long as you don't mind risking a libel suit.

There's nothing you can sue about.

Not me.

I'm fair game.

I was referring to Harry Grenadine.

Papers insured.

But you're not.

Against the risk of being fired for irresponsible reporting.

You trying to tell me that Harry's not back at the same old stand?

I am telling you that we have nothing against him that we could take to court.

Oh.

You're admitting your ineptitude.

Fine.

That is something I can add.

Suit yourself.

I will.

Not that I blame you for trying to keep this quiet, sir.

You're tough luck. I've got such a good memory.

Thanks for the drink.

Anytime.

Mark, you can get out the goods, Sherry, now.

They print that story.

Might be a big help.

Of course, if I told her that, she probably wouldn't print it.

Help for what?

Well, if Harry isn't the one who's been pulling those jobs, he might have a

pretty good notion who is.

That story might build a fire under him.

It could also cost Harry his job.

If he's innocent, it'll be just the reverse.

Anyone who's unfairly accused in the press and then vindicated becomes a

hero. But if he's guilty, then it's going to cost all of us.

Hi. Hi.

Hello. Hey, uh...

Any more of those lurking around?

Mm -hmm. One thing of special coming up. How'd it go at San Quentin?

A nice place to visit, but... But you wouldn't want to live there.

Um, here they are.

All the men who studied under Professor Harry Greenerton while he was in prison.

And who are now on the outside.

The names and dates of releases are on the back.

What would this professor be?

Harry ran a little theater workshop in prison.

Any recognize any of them?

No. No, none of these went into that rooming house where the poker game was.

This one's been out a year and a half.

This one nine months.

This one two weeks.

This one a year.

One month?

That's Frank Clausen.

He was Harry's cellmate.

Seven months?

That's fine.

I gave up my Saturday to go to those high gray walls and nothing.

Well, it was a logical idea.

Thank you. That's very comforting.

I held up the onions in case you have a date tonight.

That was very thoughtful of you.

Oh, I used to be young once myself.

Well, I ruled out all his poker -playing buddies except possibly one.

The one whose room the game is in.

Well, now you won't have to worry about what to do with the rest of your

weekend, will you?

Good afternoon, sir. I'm conducting a survey for the San Francisco Merchants

Association, and I wonder if I might... I don't want any.

Well, I'm not selling anything, sir. It's just a few questions. It'll only

you two minutes.

Look, Max, I told you I don't want any.

Please, sir, just a few questions about your buying habits.

You see, I get 35 cents for every questionnaire completed and confirmed,

it'll only take a few minutes... Don't bother me. Three times.

I'm not a salesman.

Frank Clawson.

Harry's cellmate for the entire five years he spent in San Quentin.

And a member of Harry's little theater group. Plus the fact he was released

a month ago.

One vote for Frank Clawson. So far, all we know is that he has a poker game with

friends three times a week. No, he's under surveillance. He won't be going

anywhere we don't know about.

Have you given up on Harry's son -in -law? No.

There's a man on him, too. The Herald will hit the street Monday morning.

Chances are someone will call Harry about Mannion's story first thing.

We'll see what he does about it.

Apparently he got the word. He just came out and bought a paper. I'm following

him now.

Fine. Just stay with him. Right.

He just went into Clausen's rooming house.

Sit tight, I'll get a search warrant.

What brings you out so early?

This.

Yeah, I've seen it.

I don't blame you for being bugged, Harry.

I knew you couldn't have done those jobs because you were right here when they

happened. Yes, I was here.

But you weren't.

Both Fridays, not till afterwards.

I was hoping that wouldn't occur to you so soon.

Then this newspaper story sort of forces things, doesn't it?

As a matter of fact, Harry, I was expecting you.

Take my word for it, this one isn't made of wood.

I made a slight change in the master script.

But then I wasn't doing it for kicks, just money. Sit down, Harry.

You were setting me up all along.

But just using you as a decoy, that's all.

But they can't nail you for anything, except maybe playing poker and with an

-con. But if you keep your mouth shut about that... You figured on that, too?

I still am.

Even if I have to shut it for you, sit down, I said.

Do you happen to notice if you will follow?

Follow?

The police, Harry.

You're still suspect number one.

Well, what are you going to do?

My schedule called for one more job before I move on next Friday.

Things are getting a little too hot to hang around.

You think you're going to get past the police with makeup?

Not past.

Around.

You know something, Harry?

You're such a lousy poker player, the toughest part of this job was making

you'd win so you'd keep coming back.

You must have been planning this a long time.

I started kicking it around during those lonely nights up at Kew, listening to

you brag about all the jobs you pulled, every little detail over and over.

What's going to happen to me when you take off?

I'm not going to take off yet. Just changing my schedule.

Thanks to that newspaper story, the police will be expecting you to lay low.

So, like I said, one more hit.

It's morning when they least expect it. That's crazy.

If there are police outside... They're following you, Harry.

Expecting you to come out.

What are you thinking, aren't you?

They'll get tired of waiting for you down there and they'll come up here, but

you won't be here, Harry.

And when they hear there's been another hit while they've been sitting here

after you've given them the slip... I don't see what... You will, as soon as

finished here.

Well, a beard doesn't look half bad.

Well, let's see.

I've been a blonde swinger.

A distinguished executive.

A hippie might be a refreshing change, huh, Harry?

Sergeant Brown. We've got the warrant. We'll be there in five minutes.

Mustn't forget the trademark, huh, Harry?

It's got one problem, though.

No blank checks.

I'm going to have to hand print this time.

I've got the bank well picked out.

Just five minutes from here.

Almost eight grand.

I want to thank you, Harry. You're a first class teacher.

One more job and I've got a big enough stake to hit the road.

All those reports I've been reading about.

Well, I'm sorry about this, Harry.

But I can't have you talking to anybody until I'm finished and gone.

Come on, Harry, relax.

You're my ace in the hole.

Behave yourself and nothing will happen to you. All right, get up.

Come on, Harry.

Don't be a stubborn old man.

Short trip up on a roof and across to the next building.

Down in the basement behind some boxes and things until I get back. Now get up.

Look, I'm going to leave the money and the makeup box with you just in case the

police decide to come up.

so so

No one. What about the car in back?

Ironside, what do you have?

All right, we can move now.

Sergeant Brown will meet you inside.

Lawson, police officers, open up.

Moran, why don't you start in the basement and work your way up every room

the building?

Gonzalez, start on the roof.

Right.

You sure Harry didn't know he was being followed? Sure as I can be.

Well, start combing the area.

If we come up empty here, call in all available units for a thorough search of

every room and every building on the south side of this street.

Put Gonzales in charge and join us in the street search.

You stay with Ed's car.

All right, Mark. Let's get started.

What's that?

Storage for luggage and things.

It's open.

Hey, look. What are you supposed to have done, anyway?

My house I got a right to know, haven't I?

Okay, let's try that one.

This is pretty much a long shot, isn't it? I mean, by now, they could be a mile

away in any direction.

That is, if they're walking.

Or still in one of the buildings on that street.

Sure, but between the men you have in the building and the APB you put out.

down, Mark.

What? Don't stop.

Just keep rolling.

But slowly.

I don't see why. Just coming abreast of it.

You mean that, Jeff?

We're on Carol, aren't we?

Yeah, but who's the carrot?

Keep your eyes on him in the rearview mirror.

Fran, we're on the 1300 block of Carroll, traveling north.

We've just passed the man who robbed both banks.

Who is it? I don't know, but it's not Harry Grenadine. Now get hold of Ed.

He's coming right now.

You still see him?

Yeah, he's just strolling along.

All right, make a U -turn at the corner and park.

Ed.

Ed, start rolling. Come along 12th to Carroll and turn north.

We're almost to Carroll.

What does he look like?

Clear.

On the east side of the street, walking south.

Eddie, maybe I should go on past you.

Stop right there. Police officer.

Well, what is this? What do you want, baby?

What do you want, man?

Put your hands on the car.

Well, what's this all about, baby? Right there in the car.

It's everything he had in his pockets. How much in the wallet?

Eighteen dollars.

And they still haven't found another dime anywhere?

Or Harry Grenadine. They've covered every room and every building on that

street, both sides. What are they booking him on?

Carrying a concealed weapon, for now.

No money.

No Harry Grenadine.

Looking for a man.

Not something large enough to hold a man.

It's made it in time. About all the air in that trunk had been used up.

Harry?

There's a pretty fair -sized audience gathered, Harry.

But I don't think you'd better get up for that bow just yet.

DA will want you as a prosecution witness.

Well, what about my probation officer?

Do you think he's going to nail me for associating with an ex -con?

We've already spoken to Mitch. He agrees that under the circumstances, your

parole violation will be balanced out by your testimony for the state. This

time.

Of course, I don't like the idea of thinking on an old buddy, but so must go

Some buddy, some show.

How come you recognized him under all that makeup?

I didn't.

I recognized the walk, the angle of the head.

I'd seen it before, twice, on film.

I know it wasn't Harry because it wasn't Harry's normal walk.

But this was my wig, my makeup, my all.

Do you mean it really didn't hide anything?

It covers things, but it doesn't hide them.

I'll remember that.

Just what are you trying to hide?

May I join the party? By all means.

I know the good sherry.

No, just coffee, please, with a large slice of humble pie on the side.

Oh, you two haven't met, I don't believe. Harry Grenadine, Joyce Manion.

Manion? You mean you wrote that story?

Yes, and I owe you an apology, Mr. Grenadine. Apology? What is she talking

about? That is one of the best notices I ever had in my... Did you see it?

Page one.

Of course, I was hoping that people had forgotten all about me. Do you know what

happened to me, chief, in the park this afternoon?

I had to sign my autograph three times.

Well, I don't know.

That's the price you pay.