"What I did?" He blinked his eyes rapidly, to rid them of the water
which poured forth in an effort to assuage their drink-inflamed
condition, and regarded those about him with half-drunken gravity.
"What I did? You want to know--what--what I did?"

"Yes. Where were you, and what did you do?" asked Carroll easily.

"Hu! Got drunk, thash what I did. Can't you see? I'm drunk yet, but
I don't care! Ha! Had one swell time, thash what I did! One whale of
a good time! It was _some_ night--a wet night--believe me--a wet
night--awful wet. Never had so mush fun--never! We got ole Doc
Harrison stewed to the gills--hones' we did--stewed like--like
prunes--apricots! Ho! Thash what we did!"

"Guess he wasn't the only one," observed Carroll grimly. "Now, look
here, King. You're pretty drunk yet, but maybe you can get this
through your noodle. There's been some nasty business, and you may, or
may not, know something about it, though I don't believe you do, for
you're so pickled now that you must have been loading up ever since
last week. But you've got to answer some questions--when you're
able--and it's a question of holding you here or--taking you with us.
How about it?"

"Look here!" snarled King, and his voice rang out with sudden energy.
"Who you talkin' to?"

"Now take it easy, Harry," advised Thong. "We're talking to you, of
course."