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That's why for over 60 years most of Boston has taken them with confidence whenever a gentleman is patient like to be with you. It's also made known, too, that the name Clotter to deliver to you also means hard at hand, because they wake up the flow of a very important to just to keep. When these two flows of the race make you intend it, it helps tone up the digestive system so that most folks can move that fast down, grumpy, listless feeling that so often accompanies studies, ladies and gentlemen. So take advantage of this time tested two-way relief, and always ask your drudges for genuine causes to deliver to you. The best way to your sunny distribution. The hours of the morning and the backyard of the tenement house on Bailey Street have deterred one of the tenants who just rushed downstairs from the department in a hurry, but a third night in possession of sleep has been disturbed by a cat prowling in the alley. I don't trust your head. Are you going to break up my sleeping board? That's pretty bad. Oh, hello. Didn't expect to find anyone here at this hour. You're Mr. Hagen, aren't you? Yes, Mr. Church. Who do you intend to kill without bat? Those plastic cats. They haven't been able to sleep for three nights. I'm all worn out. I wouldn't do that if I were you, Mr. Church. It isn't right to take the life of a defenseless animal. Defenseless? What about me? Rightfully, there's more importance than the miserable life of one of these cats. Bad luck to kill a cat. Bad luck, my eyes. Oh, I get it. You're the guy who keeps the house full of cats. I have three cats. I don't care how many cats you have or whose cats they are. They ain't going to howl anymore I warn you, Mr. Church, leave those cats alone. I tell you, with bad luck, kill any of these beautiful creatures. Oh, uh, crackpot. Can't argue with a crackpot. To me, cats are disgusting. Anyone better to touch them. Beautiful creatures in the world. Maybe they are to you, but they won't be so beautiful after I get through with them. You're better go back to sleep than leave the cats alone. Go back to sleep yourself. Oh, what are you doing up at this hour anyway? I had a premonition that Apollo was in danger. You look devilish, Apollo. My silver-gray fervor is far of the finest text. Oh, you're nuts, Mr. Higgins. I'm going to get those texts to the text all night. They're back to your apartment, you fool, before it's too late. Don't mess with the cats. Uh, miss them. But I am going to get them. You better like to come again. Let me go. I want you. I won't. You'll leave them alone. You killed my cats, would you? Yes. Yes, you can. You'll never call them not again. You lost them four. You'll wait no longer. Ouch! And I'll kill anyone else who dares to lay a hand on my beloved friend. I can't live here. Are you Mr. Kirschman? Yes, he's Mr. Kirschman. I'm sorry, Mr. Kirschman. You'll have to answer a few questions. Mr. Kirschman. Mr. Kirschman. What was your husband doing in the yard? I told him not to go down there. But he wouldn't listen. Mr. Kirschman. I am crazy. He doesn't listen. Does anybody hate your husband? Or do you ever threaten? I do. I only heard of my family. I don't think I've done it anywhere. It was a good, hard-working husband. You know what time we left the house? No. I've left too. You can go down and look for it. Please, Bob. I couldn't understand what's happening. Please, Bob. Please, Bob. Please, Bob. Please, Bob. Please, Bob. Please, Bob. Please, Bob. Please, Bob. Please, Bob. Please, Bob. Please, Bob. Please, Bob. Please, Bob. Please, Bob. Please, Bob. Please, Bob. Please, Bob. Please, Bob. Please, Bob. Please, Bob. Please, Bob. Please, Bob. Please, Bob. Please, Bob. Anything wrong? One of your neighbors, Dan Kirsch, was murdered about an hour ago. Kirsch, maybe? It's terrible. What do you mean? My name's Harold Hagan. How come you didn't hear anything? I was asleep. You were sleep very soundly. Yes, I do. Strange that you slept through all this. Very common. Do you sleep at a car? It'd be unusual if I were. Where do you sleep, Hagan? In the bedroom. Well, I'm dying. That's the market out there. I'm just a little too cool to sleep, maybe. Most anyone would be shocked and horrified being awakened in the middle of the night. I'm told that a neighbor was murdered. That's my name to be acceptable. Nothing's too good for it to be. I'll take a look at your bed. Follow me? I'll go though, all right? What are you doing? Just feeling it. It's not too warm. I'm sorry. Too long. How long were you asleep? I went to sleep a little before midnight. And you heard nothing? Nothing at all. I can't hear anything. Are you sure you didn't hear it for you? No, I didn't. Let's see your hands. What for? I said, let's see your hands. All right. There they are. Let's see what about them. Let's scratch on your hands. If you look closely, you'll see that it's a few days old. I don't think so, Mr. Kersh. I don't ever think of him or anyone ever. I don't think so, no, I don't think of him. If you know Mr. Kersh, not very well. I know this room, whenever I find him. If the Hagan Dewey lives along this, what do you do for a living? I'm just trying. All right, Hagan, I guess that's all right now. Good night, all right. I hope you found a criminal. Anyway, why don't you look where you're going? You're stuck in my cat's tail. Hey, wait a minute. And Kersh was killed trying to get rid of some cat which had been disturbing you, please. Your cat might have been one of us. Very possible. You love cats, don't you? Yes, I'm quite promising. I have to see you. Oh, you have three. That's right. I have four or five other families in this family to keep that. I just have a million to keep it a hand on this cat. There's nothing strange with fear about keeping cats. Nothing strange about keeping this cat. But three is something different. I'm going now, but I'll be back. There's nothing I can say no to, but... somehow I feel like you know more than you appear to know. You look into this more thoroughly later. It's a nice look today. Oh, Medler. Oh, I'd like to put my arms around your miserable coat. Squeeze it under your eyes. Burging your face turns purple. But I can also strike with lightning speed of a cat. Beware of my foolish meddling officer. Beware of my irresistible fury. It's you, chief of my family. You want to be correct. What should I do? Defend from the hours and times? Tell me if Gerald Hagin's cat's a class. If they are, you can take the word of Raymond, their host here in the intersection. But I don't trust you for that. But I guess you'd prefer the cat, Gerald or Gerald Hagin. Now, he doesn't seem to like halfway measures. No. And wise folks who need a laxative don't like halfway measures either. When two-way half is probably needed. That's why they take Carter's little upper tails. The laxative would be a dependable two-way action. First, Carter's little upper tails will leave you regularly, gently, thoroughly. Second, they wake up the flow of a very important digestive juice, usually within a half hour. This digestive juice is a vital aid in turning out the lazy digestive system and helps most folks enjoy the happy sense of well-being that goes with the normal and proper digestion of food. The next time you need relief from the gloom of irregularity and a flowed-up digestion, don't go after them in a half-hearted way. Ask for Carter's little upper tails. The time-tested laxatives have helped in more ways than one. Now, now that's rather inter-sanctioned mystery. Hm? You'd like another minute? Oh, no. I'm sorry, but we can't keep Hagin waiting. He's so impatient, he's liable to do anything. That's it. Don't be afraid. I'm always with you. The following night, in the apartment of Mrs. Jackson, a widow living with a son, Robert, he's the next-born neighbor of Hagin. The whole tenement is frightened out of its whip by the murder of Dan Kersh and Mrs. Jackson. There's no exception. He's licking under the radio. Well, he's working on the Kersh murder case a little long. The president has money with the company of the spot where the body was found. It's only the shreds. The residents of Bailey Street are asked to cooperate with the police by reporting any suspicious character immediately. They have to take extra precautions until the criminal is apprehended. The man may be a delaying killer. And I'll report to him. The first thing... That means the murderers. Oh, they come here. It's time for you to go to bed, John. I have a surprise for you. How would you like to sleep in mommy's bed? Excuse me? Yes, darling. Go to bed, sweetheart. And you can have a holiday tomorrow. Oh, no. Is that the girl's school? No. You can stay home with mommy. Okay. Bobby. I'm here. My arm's cold, mommy. Let's help you out. Knock, knock, knock, knock. Who's there? Please. He's got a telephone call. But it's official control. We seem to be going into this house. Can anybody walk him back, sweetheart? I don't see us. Someone seemed to be in a hurry. It's ready to go. Well, it seemed to me as if he were going upstairs. And I'm not sure. But I thought I heard footsteps from the vacant apartment directly above me. Thank you, ma'am. This one is empty apartment. This one off. Of course, ma'am. They're backing in around the door of you. And this man with a good heart. Oh, there you are, sir. Maybe downstairs you should hear footsteps from the empty apartment. You got to take a look. All right. Keep your gun ready. You don't know who's in there. You're in there. Come on out. I don't know. I don't know. There's no one in this room. Come on. We'll look through the rest of the apartment. This is no one here. Wait. The window is open. It leads to the roof. You go around through the hallway. I'll go through the fire escape. Did you notice anything? No. But you're sure there's plenty of places to hide. Just a minute. There's something behind that ledge. I hear you, sir. Come on out or we'll shoot. Shoot is the first thing that moves from that ledge. There's only a cat. You can't take any chances with the danger of stilling on the loose. Come on. We'll take another look around. My cat. What? What have you done to my cat? Oh, it's you, Agon. What are you doing here? I've had my cat scream. What have you done to him? Well, we shot him back. I'm telling you, sir. I do this on the floor. You heartless purchase. Take it easy, Agon, and watch your tongue. You didn't mean to kill your cat. We just aren't taking chances with a dangerous killer on the loose. My poor little father. Dad. I wouldn't make you live. I wouldn't. Where are you going with that cat? Leave me alone. You've done your job. Better call the FBCA or the Department of Sanitation to get rid of that dead animal. Talk to the Sanitation. You think my cat is just refuge? You got rid of it like a pale of garbage? It was a living and beautiful animal. It's a moment to go and have a life for heart, consciousness, feelings, dignity. This life was as important to it as your life is to you. Oh, dare you call it garbage? I didn't call it anything. Let me back. This is my cat to my room. You'd better get rid of it fast before it begins to deteriorate. That's my business. That guy. Where enough to do anything? Ruth, I'm feeling the significance of eight. That's nothing to them. Not to me at all. Then you were only a cat. Another animal. All of yours. You're up straight. Oh, exclusively in hiding till you walk. You think you're a heavy wreck? Dignity. No more will you sit on my lap. No more will I stoke this rich glass before I'm never to hear it rearing again. I shan't go unpunished. That's murder from the face of the earth. I kill him by degrees. I can feel the torture of suffering and slow supplication. I squeeze the breath from him until he's begged with his eyes for pity. Until the muscles crack in his throat. It is now. He comes back with a cold, hot, comatose sheba. And this. I won't rest until you're dead. Dead. And I will soon. Wait in your next door neighbor. I'll see you later. It's a secret, but I'm so nervous. It's a secret, too. You can't be too sure in this house anymore. Every time I hear a knock on the door, my eyes can't stand in my mouth. I don't think there's anything more to worry about. You don't think a man like you'll come back? I don't think it's worth a man like you to judge me. You don't? Well, what makes you think so? Well, I don't know. I just think... You can not say that I suspect you in your life this morning. It's a shame. He is such a beautiful animal. And so not. I'm sure of my second cold breath. Sure, but I wouldn't say so. After all, they didn't mean to do it. I'm worried about my other cat, Sheba. Have you seen her at all today? Yeah, she was in the hall a little while ago. Oh, I tell you, Mr. Heba, this house is getting me a nervous breakdown. I haven't let Bobby go to school for two days. I'm a bad animal. I have so much shopping to do, and I'm afraid to leave him alone. Tell me, would it be too much trouble, Mr. Heba, if I asked you to see this body while I was in shopping? Well, of course, Mr. Heba. That's what you're going to do. Oh, thank you so much. I'll just get my clothes. There won't be more than 50 minutes. That's all right. No need to worry. I'm having a special to do anyway. Oh, you're just a cat now. I just want to see you. Oh, here you are, my darling, Sheba. You've been hiding in the hall, haven't you? Now, you be a good boy, Bobby. You'll see Mr. Heba. Good-bye, Mommy. Oh, you're having a holiday, are you, Bobby? Uh-huh, yes, Mr. Heba. My wife needs to stay home. What's that for you? I'm running for the first or second season. Oh, it's very good. You know what it's for? Oh, yeah, I know. It's a very, very dark. Let me hear it. Hello. Come on, don't be shy. I'll tell you what, if you decide to form, I will type it out. You're proud? Yes, I'm. Yes. Super duper dark. The mouse sent out the cat. The cat took one, and down he runs. Super duper dark. Very good. Now, let me hear it. All right. Pussycat, pussycat, where have you been? I went to London to see the queen. Pussycat, pussycat, what did you do there? I frightened a little mouse. Pussycat, why? Tell me more. All right, you know this one. Ding-dong bell. Pussycat, where are you? You already decided to learn about a cat. That's all you want about a dog. Don't you like cats? I love dogs best. I wish I had a dog. Well, this is disgusting. Well, a dog's pretty good in cats. It's quiet, you little fool. What do you know about cats? Nothing at all. Are you mad? I don't like little boys who don't know what they're talking about. I don't want to hear you bullshit, shit, bullshit, shit, bullshit. That's all my pal. You're in the hands of a little friend. Look like the rest of you will breathe. I'll take care of you. You will never get enough of me. Come and eat my cat, will you? Let me get your hands off me. Let me get your hands off me. Let's go and eat you. Pussycat, pussycat, pussycat. shine a night. Let me get you. Have you run any closer? Oh, it's nice in our hearts. Hold off a moment, guys. But that knife down there, you haven't got a chance. I warn you, give away. You haven't a chance, have you? I'm a perfect captain. Now that you feel my fingers around your throat. You don't put that knife down immediately. I'm going to shoot you back. I'll kill you. Right. Yes. All right, boys. There he goes. There he goes. He's got my gun. He's got my gun. There you go. He's got my gun. He's got my gun. He's got my gun. He's got my gun. Take him to the bedroom. He's fainted. All right, sonny. Your mother's all right. Take him in with his mother. Oh, we've got short last, Miss Benningham. I have been keeping a close watch on you for the past two days. Did you kill Dan Kersh? Yes, I killed him. And I do it again. He's got to follow with the best. He's got what he deserves. Did you kill anyone else? Yes. Last year, a fellow by the name of Weaver ran over one of my cats. I got his license number. A week later, I caught him in the hallway of his house. He'll never run over any more, Cat. You're an honest man to me. I can't do as many as you say. Because I watch over my cats and keep them from harm, I'm the only one here with even a stock of decency. I understand the nobility of cats. The only proof them got had. They never decided me no matter what happened. It's more than I can say. They're human friends. My father cheated me out of my money. My wife and all my friends left me when I lost my wealth. But my cats... They say... They're my only true friends. Take them into the wagon, boys. My cats! My cats! My cats! My cats! My cats! I admit, Hagen's murder and low-heels were something unusual. It's cat. Now, is any of you ever through a shoe with someone's cat smiling in your backyard? I'd advise you to please quietly now. And, uh, we'll go home with our friends tonight. Hmm? Well, it's about time to close the door. We'll be in the sanctum until the same time next Sunday evening. I'll listen in more during the night to our friends to offer. Oh, uh, by the way, uh, you happen to know anyone who's looking for a cat? We have two cats roaming around here who need a good home. Their name's Ibarra and Empress. Well, here they are right now. I'll just put your name to dress on a slip of paper and slip it under the squeaking door. And if you want to name the good mystery story, there's the title of this month's in the sanctum novel, The Best of Anopolis by Sally Wood. 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