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Updated: May 29, 2025
You're wiser than the run of 'em, but you've got your weak spot, and now I know what it is: You think in a groove, Chappy, and this time, by looking at the far end of the groove, you can see little old Warble-Twice-on-the-Hudson looming up. And you won't have to look very hard to see it, either.... Well, I see Gulwing has taken a tumble to himself and has gone on a run to look for his umbrella.
"I figured you were different from the rest of your crowd, maybe; but it turns out you're like all the others you will do your thinking in a groove." He shook his head in mock sorrow. "Chappy, tell me not that it makes any difference particularly, but just to satisfy my curiosity curiosity being my business, as you might say what number was it you called up from here about thirty minutes back?
From under a succession of aliases he uncovered Gorman's real name. But a sequence of events delayed his fuller assumption of the rôle of Jawbert. He was sent to Rio de Janeiro to bring back an absconder of note. Six months he worked on the famous Gonzales child-stealing mystery. He made two trips out to the Pacific Coast in connection with the Chappy Morgan wire-tapping cases.
"Never mind worrying about old pal Gulwing I don't want him now. You're the one you'd better be worrying about; because that's going to be a mighty long taxi ride that you're going to take with me, Chappy fifteen minutes to get there, say, and anywhere from five to ten years to get back or I miss my guess.... Yes, Chappy, you're nailed with the goods this time.
There was no stink of the stone hoosgow on his correctly tailored garments, and no barber other than one of his own choosing had ever shingled Chappy Marr's hair. Within reason, therefore, he was free to come and go, to bide and to tarry; and come and go at will he did until that unfortuitous hour when the affair of the wealthy Mrs. Propbridge and her husband came to pass.
It was a fine grey, trimmed with gold lace and scarlet, and the Wisconsin chappy looked gay in it, barring the sleeves were several inches too long, and the waist buttons came down nearly a foot too far, and it was too big round the waist.
Banquo, on seeing the sisters, says "What are these, So withered and so wild in their attire, That look not like the inhabitants o' th' earth, And yet are on't? Live you, or are you aught That man may question? You seem to understand me, By each at once her chappy finger laying Upon her skinny lips: you should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so."
"When you've all finished," said Radley, "I'll read the Prize Poem." So Radley began faithfully from a manuscript: "Horace, Odes I, 9. Vides ut Alta Stet. "White is the mountain, fleeced in snows, And the pale trees depress their weighted boughs " "Oh, spare us!" interrupted Chappy. "Not a bit," said Radley.
And still thirsting for companionship he pursued Mrs. Downey to the drawing-room. As he went, he fingered his little box of bon-bons as if it had been a talisman or charm. Rickman poured himself out some claret which he drank slowly, with closed eyelids, leaning back in his chair. "For God's sake, Spinks," he muttered; "don't speak to me." "All right, old chappy, I won't."
"You'd better owe it to me than to him, old chappy"; thus she wrote in the kindness and impropriety of her heart. But Rickman never got that little note. Of all the consequences of that terrible dinner at Rankin's there was none that Rickman resented more than the loss of his overcoat. As he lay between his blankets he still felt all the lashings of the east wind around his shivering body.
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