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a little closer in hope of catching some of what he was saying.

"I say! That watch is mine!", said the doctor, in recovery.

"Nonsense! I purchased the object about 17 hours ago", said our man in confusion.

"That new chappie gave it to me", he clarified further.

The doctor paused.

"Tall thin chap was he?" the doctor asked.

"Yes, moves like a fox", our man added in a confirming tone.

"He must have stolen it from me when he had an appointment", said the doctor, his face having passed a red complexion.

"Well, we better go follow him up", suggested our hero, wishing to clear the matter up.

The doctor then proceeded to search his files for the fox's address. Meanwhile, our man sat chewing on the end of his fountain pen. He gazed about the office in deep meditation. He was just admiring the right hand end of the doctor's chair when its owner barged through the door with a folder gripped in a style comparable to the neck of an unlucky explorer being strangled by a hungry boa constrictor. The force at which the doctor fell into his chair was so great that the chair gave a protesting squeak. It was only at this point that the medicine man released the folder from his hand.

"I'm going to spread the innards of that man far and wide if I get my hands on him!" the doctor shouted.

"I daresay he deserves it" said our hero, then continuing, "Nevertheless we must let the law bear justice upon this disgraceful man".

The front door of the surgery flew open and out shot the doctor followed closely by our protagonist. This action startled the crowd of shoppers passing by. It was a rare site to see two well-respected gentleman abruptly shoot out of a door frame with such determined velocity, but these townspeople were made of sterner stuff and were willing to accept the fact that there must be a logical explanation for the events they had witnessed.

The fox having risen from his slumber had entered the market to purchase a few items of need: tobacco, a pair of slippers and similar objects. He felt quite satisfied knowing that the expenses were being paid out of an innocent man's pocket. 'What an old fool!' he thought regularly. As he strolled down the street, he wore his top hat at a jaunty angle signifying the fact that he hadn't a care in the world. He was just rounding the corner when BANG! A blurred object bowled him over. The top hat, having already been worn at a jaunty angle, was dislodged from his head.

"Watch where your treading old chump, you nearly knocked me over", he said, the temper

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