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"'You know, says I, 'that I wouldn't take him away from home unless his notes were good. He's got pots of money bean-pots full of it. "'Bring him around after the second act, says Lolabelle, 'and I'll examine his credentials and securities. "So about ten o'clock that evening I led Solly to Miss Delatour's dressing-room, and her maid let us in.
'I was thinking of the time me and George put sheep-dip in Horsehead Johnson's whisky. I wish I was back in Atascosa City, says he. "I felt a cold chill run down my back. 'Me to play and mate in one move, says I to myself. "I made Solly promise to stay in the cafe for half an hour and I hiked out in a cab to Lolabelle Delatour's flat on Forty-third Street. I knew her well.
"You bet!" returned the man, who, having recognized Mr. Hamlin, was delighted at the prospect of conversing with a gentleman of such decidedly dangerous reputation. "But he's been allowed to run a little wild since old man Delatour died, and the widder's got enough to do, I reckon, lookin' arter her four gals, and takin' keer of old Delatour's ranch over yonder.
Let him do it. . . . Somebody ought to. . . . Call Ned on the 'phone. . . . We'll eat at the Royal Gorge and I'll put 'em side by side. . . . I'LL sit next to Jim and point it out to him. . . . Say, Marge, it's a good thing you've got on your white broadcloth and those willow plumes. . . . You can get 'em at Delatour's now for twenty-five dollars. . . . Say, I called Ned on the 'phone and what do you think?
Perhaps that's why he didn't turn out a good man of business. Or maybe he drank too much or took to drugs. These old retired soldiers who've seen hard fighting in the South often turn that way." "Did he leave a widow and children?" Max went on, his throat rather dry. "That I can't tell you, sir; but Delatour's successor might know. I could send there, if " "Thank you. I'll go myself," said Max.
'I was thinking of the time me and George put sheep-dip in Horsehead Johnson's whisky. I wish I was back in Atascosa City, says he. "I felt a cold chill run down my back. 'Me to play and mate in one move, says I to myself. "I made Solly promise to stay in the café for half an hour and I hiked out in a cab to Lolabelle Delatour's flat on Forty-third Street. I knew her well.
"'You know, says I, 'that I wouldn't take him away from home unless his notes were good. He's got pots of money bean-pots full of it. "'Bring him around after the second act, says Lolabelle, 'and I'll examine his credentials and securities. "So about ten o'clock that evening I led Solly to Miss Delatour's dressing-room, and her maid let us in.
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