Phil turned aside and at the same time accidentally knocked an apple to the ground. He bent to pick it up, Rocco eyeing him narrowly in case he tried to slip it into his pocket. But Phil did not get up at once. Instead, he said:
"Oi! What's this?"
"W'at you find?"
"What's this, Rocco?" Phil rose from in front of the stand, with the package in his hands. "I found this under the counter."
Rocco stared. His mouth opened in dismay. For, sounding clearly from the inside of the package, came a steady "tick-tock, tick-tock."
"A bomb!" he shrieked. "Put heem down!"
Thereupon he scrambled wildly over the array of fruit at the back of the stand, knocked over a tray of oranges, and went sprawling over the opposite counter, roaring, "Police!" at the top of his lungs.
Phil, with a fine imitation of fright, put the package on top of the counter and fled.
Rocco, in his white apron, was dancing about in the middle of the street, yelling, "Bombs! Police! Da Blacka Hand!" Then, suddenly fearing that the supposed bomb might explode at any moment, he whirled rapidly about and raced down the street away from the stand, in the general direction of the police station.
He reached the doorway just as Chief Collig
