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a cravat. It was common necktie, forty-nine cents on Broadway.

The dang thing referred to was the canary. They went about the business of catching it.

There was one other mistake no one would ever make about them, and that was: They were not friends,
they couldnтАЩt be. And neither could they be business associates. The only possible status between them
was that of the man who gave orders, and the one who executed them. One was Brains, and the other
was Muscle. More nearly exact, one was Thug Muscle.

The net was half a dozen yards of the stuff called "mosquito bar" in the South, or mosquito netting. Mr.
Manley had thoughtfully provided himself with this. It was still in the paper sack, the way it had been
handed to him in the store where he bought it. He took the net out of the sack.

"Take the end, Abner," he commanded.

At the edge of the park, the towering apartment house showed a window-freckled wall.

From the apartment-house window out of which the canary had flown in escape a few minutes ago, a
man leaned. He waved his arms. He put his hands on edge against his mouth and shouted. What he
yelled was not understandable.

"Mr. Manley," said Abner.

"Yes?"

"A man is yelling out of the window."

"Who is it?" demanded Mr. Manley.

"I think itтАЩs that servant, Julian."

"You sure itтАЩs not Benjamin Boot, himself? Be sure about that. If itтАЩs Boot looking out of that window
now, I want to know it."

"ItтАЩs the servant."

"Good. The servant is shouting to attract Benjamin BootтАЩs attention. Boot is probably in another room of
the apartment," said Mr. Manley. "Abner, letтАЩs catch that canary."

They stretched out the mosquito netting. The afternoon breeze caught it and wafted it like a plume of
smoke. Six yards was eighteen feet of netting, and it was hard to manage.

The canary sat in the bush and twittered derisively at them.

High up in the apartment-house window, there was a change in figures leaning out. The servant, Julian,
withdrew. Another man appeared. He wore a dressing gown that was very yellow indeed, about the
color of the canary.

Abner said, "Benjamin Boot has come to the window, Mr. Manley."