"Is everybody going crazy at the same time?" he inquired,
sarcastically. "How could a wax dummy run away?"
"I don't know; but she did. When my janitor opened the door this
morning he saw her run out."
"Why didn't he stop her?" asked Mugg.
"He was too frightened. But she's stolen my property, your honor,
and I want her arrested!" declared the storekeeper.
The inspector thought for a moment.
"You wouldn't be able to prosecute her," he said, "for there's no
law against dummies stealing."
Mr. Floman sighed bitterly.
"Am I to lose that $19.98 costume and the $4.25 hat and--"
"By no means," interrupted Inspector Mugg. "The police of this city
are ever prompt to act in defense of our worthy citizens. We have
already arrested the wax lady, and she is locked up in cell No. 16.
You may go there and recover your property, if you wish, but before
you prosecute her for stealing you'd better hunt up a law that
applies to dummies."
"All I want," said Mr. Floman, "is that $19.98 costume and--"
"Come along!" interrupted the policeman. "I'll take you to the
cell."
But when they entered No. 16 they found only a lifeless dummy lying
prone upon the floor.
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