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So then he was run through a fast ten-minute shower, shave and change by Valet. He floated downstairs just as Betty came out of the cocktail lounge to say, "Code 462112 on the approach indicator. Must be the Stoddards. They always get every place first, in time for an extra drink." "Fred and Alice, yes. But damn their taste for gin, don't let Barboy keep the cork in the vermouth all evening.
He would have been dead by now if he had waited for help from either of you. I advise you to leave the Old Swan, but don't forget to pay your bill to the barboy." "Never mind the bill," said Pickering, who was at the pump handle. "But please take my daughter's advice and go." "Go where you may find guinea linen.
Then he talked a bit about the drinks and I thought sure he was pushing that new model Barboy. I was all set to come back with a sincere 'think it over' and then he took a bottle from the Barboy, added a dash of vermouth to his drink and walked off without a word of sell. He always was an odd one." I knew it wasn't the Barboy set. They wouldn't have him set so slow.
His shoe buckles showed vacant jewel holders, and his sword hilt was without a precious stone, all giving evidence that their owner had been dealing with pawnbrokers. He was shabby from head to feet, though he bore himself with the convincing manner of a gentleman. Pickering sent the barboy to wait on the newcomer, but the boy returned immediately and whispered:
What in hell are you selling? You've given us the shakes. What is it? The Barboy set? It's great. If I can scrape up the down payment, I'll " "After we furnish a nursery with a decent Nana, Fred Stoddard," Nancy snapped, "and get a second soar-kart. Ben isn't selling Barboys anyway, are you. Ben? It is that sweet, sweet Nana, isn't it?
I like a touch of vermouth. I wonder if maybe I shouldn't " "No, you shouldn't mix the cocktails yourself and scandalize everybody. You know perfectly well Barboy really does do better anyway." "Well, maybe. Everything all set, hon? Sorry I was late." "No trouble here. I just fed Robutler the base program this morning and spent the rest of the day planning my side of our Sell.
They were, and then in the door, oh-ing and ah-ing over this and that. And complimenting Barboy on the martinis. Then the Wilsons came and the Bartletts and that was it. "Three couples will be right," Ben had analyzed it. "Enough so we can let them get together and build up each others' curiosity but not too many for easy control.
I shouldn't be selling you folks at their party, should I? Come to think, you're all signed with Fred anyway, aren't you? Well, about Ben, I think " Lucy Wilson: "Sh-h-h! Here they come." Smiling, charming and still not an order form in sight Ben and Betty got back to their guests. Another half hour. Barboy was passing around with nightcaps.
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