Part 2

The rest was simple. At breakfast he told her he was taking the day off.

"Darling, why on Earth?"

"We're moving," he said.

"But _why_?"

"There was an explosion in the night. I think it was gas escaping."

"We might have died!" she cried.

Ernie closed his eyes. "Go look in the hall, dear, and tell me what you see."

When she returned, she was in a quandary.

"Well?" he asked. "Did you see that crazy extra door blown off the wall?"

"No, Ernie, but there's a man at the door in pajamas like yours who claims he's been following you."

Ernie squinted. "Who is he?"

"He says his name is Irvin--"

"Irvin?" Ernie barked.

"--and, dear, he's the spitting image of you."

End of Project Gutenberg's Thirty Degrees Cattywonkus, by James Bell