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 What are you in for anyway? the sheriff inquired, as he set down the breakfast tray.

I don't know. I've done nothing.

They all says that, but Jack swears you're innocent, and what Jack says goes with me. Maybe you run over somebody in a car?

I haven't been driving a car.

Well, the laws of California is peculiar. . . . The sheriff scratched his ear and lighted his pipe. . . . You maya done somethin' without knowin' it.

I haven't done anything, Ambrose repeated doggedly, as he sat down to pour out his coffee, unless riding on a milkwagon is against the law.

Ridin' on a milkwagon! The sheriff guffawed. That wouldn't be a crime anywhere else, but maybe in California. ..

Or breaking down vines climbing out of a second-storey window.

Did you climb in first?

I was living there.

Did you take somethin' out with you?

Not even my own bags.

Well, maybe you're crazy, the sheriff suggested, peacefully puffing at his pipe. I shouldn't wonder if that's it. Ridin' on milkwagons and leavin' houses by