Uninvited Guests

It's been quite sometime since my brother, Sam, first documented the Brighteyes affair. Since then, we have run into a number of Pa's "old pals." I feel obliged to explain, Pa, Sam and I are in show business; Pa tells jokes and plays the banjo, Sam clogs and I sing. We all form The Merry Muldoon's. A few years ago we got into serious trouble with Brighteyes, the first of Pa's old friends we met. Brighteyes got Pa to help him get the diamonds that he had buried years ago in an old lady's wine cellar. Brighteyes not only wanted to take the diamonds but our lives as well. We ran with the diamonds and escaped death quite a number of times. In the end Brighteyes and Baboon, another old friend after the diamonds were thrown in Sing Sing prison for life. I was to blame for the whole thing because I wouldn't let the diamonds go, but this time it's Sam who falls prey to greed.
"Vera, come here and have a look at what I found!!"
"What, Sam?" I asked casually as I walked across our small room to where he was.
"I found a handful of the diamonds!"
"Sam, get rid of them now or we're in big trouble; throw them in the river." If anyone had overheard our conversation we were in big trouble.
"No," Sam replied sternly, "these are my ticket out of the show business."
At this time I attempted to snatch the diamonds out of Sam's clutches but my efforts were fruitless because Pa suddenly walked in and gave us five dollars for dinner. We ran off to get dinner but when we returned we found Pa reeking ok whisky.
"The diamonds?" came Pa's intoxicated voice.
"What diamonds?" We lied, but with the best angle grins we could muster.
"You know."
"Ahh yes the diamonds that the police have!"
"No, the ones that the both of you have give them over now!"
"Who came?"
"An old friend, but I'll tell you about that later right now, the diamonds are the top priority."
At this point Sam handed Pa the diamonds. Pa told us that we would be helping an old friend of his, Puppy-face Morgan. Puppy-face used to be the next door neighbor to Pa when he was a teenager. Pa knew him like the back of his hand and told us to keep on our toes because he'll steal you blind in a second.

The next day there was a light rapping on our door and then a tall, dark haired man gallantly strolled into his new abode. He wore a big faux grin on his face and held an elegant cane in his left hand. Even minus the grin and cane he was a queer man. He wore thick glasses that seemed to amplify his eyes and enlarge them considerably. He had a fancy three piece suit and even had a pocket watch but they were overshadowed by his large nose and shaggy, mop-like hair that looked as though it hadn't seen a bar of soap or brush in days. I was interested to discover the personality behind the man.
"Vera, dearest you look positively elegant!" he exclaimed with much flair. Sam won't be pleased with two dramatists around.
"You don't seem so shabby yourself, and I'm flattered by your complement. Your Puppy-face I presume."
"You presume correct, but call me Alex or Alexander.
"Certainly, right this way Alexander and I'll show you your bedroom and give you a tour."

Well that's all for now. I'll be appending in the near future. Thanks for reading and review. I of course don't own any of the characters but Brooks McNamara does.

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