"No need fer that, Miss Annie!" whined Aloysius as he apparated by the door. "Point that thang somewhar else! Bad enough to be stuck in the jail--a spirit bottle's worse'n that, by a fair piece!"
"You bet it is, so behave yourself," said the cat-thing.
"It's all right, Misi, it's just Aloysius. He's a friend. Aren't you, Aloysius?"
"Hmf. Did Runnels send you to spy?" said Misi.
"Waal, I never!" huffed the ghost. "I wuz a horse thief, sure, but I ain't never been no kind of spy nor stool pigeon nor any sort'er feller like that. Now, please point that away from me afore it goes off!"