Somebody must 'a' give me away," complained John Wesley.

He rolled a cigarette and walked to the table.
"All the same, you're making a mistake.

You hadn't ought to roil me.
Just for that, soon as they're all off on their man hunt, I'm goin' to study up some scheme to get away." "I got a picture of you gettin' away!" "George," said John Wesley, "you see that front door?
Well, that's what we call in theatrical circles a practical door.

Along toward morning I'm going out through that practical door.

You'll see!" He raised the lamp, held the cigarette over the chimney top and puffed till he got a light; so doing he smoked the chimney.