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He's a husky-built party, with narrow-set, suspicious eyes. "Up to Mr. Nash's," says I casual, makin' a move to walk right past. "Back up!" says he, steppin' square across the way. "What Mr. Nash?" "Whadye mean, what Mr. Nash?" says I. "There ain't clusters of 'em, are there? Mr. Gedney Nash, of course." "Wrong street," says he. "Try around on Broadway."
He greets the grumpy checkroom tyrant like a friend and brother, and has just slipped him a cigar when a husky-built square-jawed gent steps up behind and taps Alvin familiar on the shoulder. Alvin's jaw sags disappointed for a second as he turns; but he recovers quick and gives the cheerful hail. "Oh, it's you, is it, Scully?" says he. "I thought I'd given you the slip completely this time.
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