Part 25 (1/2)
”Yes,” replied the prisoner
”What did you sell butter at a loss for?” the inquisitor demanded ”It hasn't been down that lohere that I know of since the war”
”I meant butterine,” ”corrected” the ”sweat subject” hurriedly
”Well, you've hit it about right, by accident, of course Now, let's see if you know anything s and potatoes for the last day you worked?”
”I didn't sell any”
”All you sold was butter?”
”Yes”
”You mean butterine, don't you?”
”No, I sold butter and butterine and a few other things”
”And buttermilk and cheese,” the officer ae for butter?”
”Fifty cents a pound,” the prisoner replied, desperately or doggedly, it was difficult to deter now for thirty-nine or forty cents a pound?”
”Then it's come down”
”No, it hasn't It's been around forty cents a pound for several round and said nothing
”The trouble is, you haven't done your wife's grocery shopping, or you could tell aof lies,” Mr Buckley co tirocery store”
”If you don't want to believe me, it's up to you,” snarled the prisoner
”Now, Mr Howard,” the inquisitor continued, ”your friends, I am told, addressed you as Captain Why was that?”
This query stirocery boat on the river,” he said ”I don't do roceries to several stores from a wholesale house”
”So that is your explanation for not being very familiar with retail prices, is it?” Mr Buckley inferred
”Yes”
”Well,” the Governether very well”