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Updated: June 11, 2025
And then here yesterday mornin', as I'm helping Old Hickory sort the mail, he picks out a letter from our Western manager and slits it open. "Hah!" says he, through his cigar. "I think this solves our problem, Torchy." "Yes, sir?" says I, gawpin'. "Call in that young humorist of yours from the bond room," says he. And I yanks Brink Hollis off the high stool impetuous.
I only gave you the usual get-busy line, and if you went and " "Wasn't there some advice," he breaks in, "about using my arms?" "Eh?" says I, gawpin' at him. "You you didn't open the act by goin' to a clinch, did you?" He lets his chin drop and sort of shivers. "I'm afraid I did," says he. "Z-z-z-zingo!" I gasps.
Then you'll have a vague idea of how chirky we was at 5:30 A.M. as we stood around in front of that mound we'd torn open, gawpin' first at the heap of loot and then at each other. Simple way to pass the time, eh? But, somehow, we couldn't seem to take it in that we'd actually done the trick. I know I couldn't.
"Say," I remarks, when the aurora borealis has faded out and I can see straight again, "if you're goin' to carom around that way in public, you ought to wear pads." "Oh, I'm sorry," says he. "I didn't mean to be so awkward. Hope you're not hurt, sir." Then I did do some gawpin'. For who'd ever expect a big, rough-finished husk like that, would have such a soft, ladylike voice concealed about him?
Peyton still stands there gawpin'. "Such a coincidence," he's murmurin'. "I wonder, Torchy, if one could find out about how much they ask for such things in a place like this." "Easiest thing in the world," says I. "Just blow in and get 'em to give you quotations." "Oh, but I wouldn't dare do that," says he. "It would seem so so "
Dorsett smiles indulgent. "My error," says he. "But I was hoping that perhaps you might Come, Torchy, hasn't it occurred to you that I would hardly come as an utter stranger? Who do you suppose now gave me your address?" "The chairman of the Stock Exchange?" says I. "Mother Leary," says he. "Eh?" says I, gawpin'. "A flip of fate," says he.
And next thing I know in comes Heiny, gawpin' foolish, and trailin' behind him Aunty and Vee. I wa'n't throwin' any bluff about tryin' to look busy, either. I was elbow-deep in papers, with a pen behind one ear and ink on three fingers. You should have heard the gasp that comes from Aunty as she pipes off who it is at the desk. My surprise as I'm discovered is the real thing too.
But it's soon over, and the next minute he's listenin' thoughtful while Old Hickory is explainin' how I'm the one who can tow him around the munition shops. "Torchy," Mr. Ellins winds up with, shootin' me a meanin' look from under his bushy eyebrows, "I want you to show the Lieutenant our main works." "Eh?" says I, gawpin'. For he knew very well there wasn't any such thing.
"Young Mistuh Hollister I should say, Suh," says he. "Well, well!" says I, gawpin' at him. "You lookin' for Robin Hollister too? Why, so am I!" "Then we ought to find him between us, hadn't we?" says he, smilin' friendly. "Lott's my name, Suh." "Wha-a-at!" says I, grinnin' broad as the combination strikes me. "Not Uncle Noah Lott?"
"I I'll see you again perhaps." I loved the way he puts that last touch on too, and you could almost hear the sigh of relief as he fades down the aisle, leavin' me in one stockin' foot gawpin' after him. No wonder I'm left open faced! Skeet Keyser in a tail coat, orderin' nine-dollar pumps sent to his hotel!
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