The Intrusion of Jimmy
       "I don't know," said Jimmy, simply.     

       "You don't know? Well, what's her name?"     

       "I don't know."     

       "Doesn't the Lusitania still print a passenger-list?"     

       "She does."     

       "And you couldn't find out her name in five days?"     

       "No."     

       "And that's the man who thinks he can burgle a house!" said Mifflin, despairingly.     

       They had arrived now at the building on the second floor of which was Jimmy's flat.     

       "Coming in?" said Jimmy.     

       "Well, I was rather thinking of pushing on as far as the Park. I tell you, I feel all on wires."     

       "Come in, and smoke a cigar. You've got all night before you if you want to do Marathons. I haven't seen you for a couple of months. I want you to tell me all the news."     

       "There isn't any. Nothing happens in New York. The papers say things do, but they don't. However, I'll come in. It seems to me that you're the man with the news."     

       Jimmy fumbled with his latch-key.     

       "You're a bright sort of burglar," said Mifflin, disparagingly. "Why don't you use your oxy-acetylene blow-pipe? Do you realize, my boy, that you've let yourself in for buying a dinner for twelve hungry men next week? In the cold light of the morning, when reason returns to her throne, that'll come home to you."     

       "I haven't done anything of the sort," said Jimmy, unlocking the door.     

       "Don't tell me you really mean to try it."     

       "What else did you think I was going to do?"     


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