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Bulker sat back and stared as through a mist at his companion, enjoying the effect of his disclosure. O'Neil was indeed impressed more deeply than his informant dreamed. Out of the lips of a drunken man had come a hint which set his nerves to tingling. He knew Illis well, he knew the caliber of the Englishman, and a plan was already leaping in his brain whereby he might save the S. R. & N.
Couldn't make you out eyesight's getting bad. Too many bright lights in this town. Ha! Joke! Let's have a gill." "Thank you, no." "Must have a little dram for old time's sake. You're the only one of the North Pass crowd I'll drink with." Mr. Bulker gestured comprehensively at a group of waiters, and Murray yielded. "You were my friend, O'Neil; you always treated me right."
Shadwell's The Scowerers, Act i, I: 'Every one in a petticoat is thy mistress, from humble bulker to haughty countess. Bailey has: 'Bulker, one that would lie down on a bulk to any one. A common Jilt. A whore. Swift, A Tale of a Tub, Section II, has: 'They went to new plays on the first night, haunted the chocolate houses, beat the watch, lay on bulks. p. 279 Tubs.
He had been trying to get in touch with Poultney Illis for more than a fortnight, but his cables to London had brought no response. "When did he arrive?" "Just lately. He's a game old rooster, ain't he? Gee, he's sore!" "Sore about what?" Bulker winked again, with the same lack of muscular control. "About that North Pass deal, of course. He was blackmailed out of a cold million.
He was aroused from his train of thought by a stranger whom he found standing beside his table and looking down at him with wavering eye. "Misser O'Neil, ain't it?" the fellow inquired. "Sure! Thought I knew you. I'm Bulker, of the old North Pass. Remember me?" Mr. Bulker had been imbibing freely.
"What are you doing now?" asked O'Neil, with the interest he could not refuse to any one who had ever worked with him. He remembered the fellow perfectly. He had come on from the East as auditor, and had appeared to be capable, although somewhat given to drink. "I'm a broker. Wall Street's my habitat. Fine time to buy stocks, Misser O'Neil." Bulker assumed an expression of great wisdom.
It lacked an hour of midnight when O'Neil escaped from Bulker and reached his room. Once inside, he seized the telephone and rang up hotel after hotel, inquiring for the English capitalist, but without result. After a moment's consideration he took his hat and gloves and went out. The matter did not permit of delay.
To whiffle = to hesitate; waver; prevaricate. cf. p. 279 Bulkers. Whores. cf. Shadwell, Amorous Widow , Act iii: 'Her mother sells fish and she is little better than a bulker. A bulker was the lowest class of prostitute. cf.
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