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Jarvis listened to the story with interest, and introduced his colleague. "T'ought I'd let him chase along. Long Otto's his monaker." "Sure!" said John. "The more the merrier. Take a seat. You'll find cigars over there. You won't mind my not talking for the moment? There's a wad of work to clear up." This was an overstatement.
Skinner had left the crowd, and was seated now in the shade of the corral fence. He glanced upward from beneath his black brows as Larry reached and greeted him. "Hello, Whiz! I just 'made' you " Then he shook his head. "I haven't got you. My name is Skinner." "Nix on that monaker," Glass smiled, indulgently. "I had a man in that Sheffield Handicap six years ago."
"Garson's my monaker. I shot English Eddie, because he was a skunk, and a stool-pigeon, and he got just what was coming to him." Vituperation beyond the mere words beat in his voice now. Burke twisted uneasily in his chair. "Now, now!" he objected, severely. "We can't take a confession like that."
Pugsy, startled out of his wonted calm by the arrival of this distinguished company, observed the pair, as they passed through into the inner office, with protruding eyes, and sat speechless for a full five minutes. Psmith received the new-corners in the editorial sanctum with courteous warmth. Mr. Jarvis introduced his colleague. "Thought I'd bring him along. Long Otto's his monaker."
Dey's a feller I know, a fat Swede Ole Larsen his monaker is an' dis feller an' me started in scrapping last week, an' I puts it all over him, so he had it in for me. But he comes up to me, like as if he's meanin' to be good, an' he says he's got a soft proposition fer me if I'll give him half. So, I says all right, where is it?
"I couldn't stand the exposure." "They were cold, eh?" "Yep! They weathered me out." "Did you really meet any of those people?" "Sure! I met 'em all, but I didn't catch their names. I 'made' one before I'd gone a mile tall, slim party, with cracked ice in her voice." Boyd looked up quickly. "Did you introduce yourself?" "As Chancy De Benville, that's all. How is that for a drawing-room monaker?
"Mullins is my monaker, boss. Spike, dey calls me." "And you make a living at this sort of thing?" "Not so woise." "How did you get in here?" Spike Mullins grinned. "Gee! Ain't de window open?" "If it hadn't been?" "I'd a' busted it." Jimmy eyed the fellow fixedly. "Can you use an oxy-acetylene blow-pipe?" he demanded. Spike was on the point of drinking. He lowered his glass, and gaped.
"'Frobisher' is hot monaker, ain't it? It sounds like the money. I believe I'll stick to 'Frobisher." "I spiked your miserable little scheme, and if you try anything more like that, I'll have to cut you out altogether." "Pshaw!" said the adventurer, mildly. "Did you say that hydraulic mine was no good? Too bad!
Especially would it be expected to be known to Pete Lazanis, commonly called the Runt, who was a power below the dead line and, more pertinent still, one in whose confidence Jimmie Dale had rejoiced for years. Jimmie Dale, as Larry the Bat a euphonious "monaker" bestowed possibly because this particular world knew him only by night began a search for the Runt.
He was out fer de dough all de time. But, say, did youse ever see his girl?" "What's that?" said Jimmy, sharply. "I seen her once." Spike became almost lyrical in his enthusiasm. "Gee! She was a boid a peach fer fair. I'd have left me happy home fer her. Molly was her monaker. She " Jimmy was glaring at him. "Cut it out!" he cried. "What's dat, boss?" said Spike.
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