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A walk will do me good. Riding in a taxi is pleasant, but, believe me, you can have too much of it." When John returned to the office, he found that his absence had been causing Betty an anxious hour's waiting. She had been informed by Pugsy that he had gone out in the company of Mr. Parker, and she felt uneasy. She turned white at his story of the ride, but he minimized the dangers.
I suppose the architect of this place was one of those fellows who don't begin to appreciate air till it's thick enough to scoop chunks out with a spoon. It's an acquired taste, I guess, like Limburger cheese. And now, Pugsy, old scout, you had better beat it. There may be a rough-house here any minute now." Pugsy looked up, indignant. "Beat it?"
"Say no more," said Psmith. "If Comrade Repetto is there, that is enough for me. I am going to get on the roof and pull it up after me." Billy released Mr. Gooch, who fell, puffing, on to the low bed, which stood in one corner of the room. "They must have spotted us as we were coming here," he said, "and followed us. Where did you see them, Pugsy?" "On de Street just outside.
And now, my lad, out you get, because if I'm interrupted any more I shan't get through to-night." "Sure," said Master Maloney, retiring. "Oh, and Pugsy . . ." "Huh?" "Go out and get a good big basket. I shall want one to carry this animal home in." "Sure," said Master Maloney.
"In Comrade Windsor's pre-dungeon days he was wont to sit where I am sitting now, while I bivouacked over there at the smaller table. On busy mornings you could hear our brains buzzing in Madison Square Garden. But wait! A thought strikes me." He called for Pugsy. "Surest t'ing you know," replied Pugsy with some fervour. "I'd take me goil to de Bronx Zoo." "Your girl?" said Psmith inquiringly.
Little events, trifling in themselves, had always occurred to shatter friendly relations just when there seemed a chance of their being formed. That had been a month or so back. During that month things had been simmering down, and peace was just preparing to brood when there occurred the incident alluded to by Pugsy, the regrettable falling out between Dude Dawson and Spider Reilly.
It is the right spirit. Shall we give him audience, Comrade Windsor?" "I wonder what he wants." "That," said Psmith, "we shall ascertain more clearly after a personal interview. Comrade Maloney, show the gentleman in. We can give him three and a quarter minutes." Pugsy withdrew. Mr. Francis Parker proved to be a man who might have been any age between twenty-five and thirty-five.
It was a pity that the trap opened downward, for he had no means of securing it and was obliged to allow it to hang open. But, except for that, his position could hardly have been stronger. As yet there was no sound of the enemy's approach. Evidently, as Pugsy had said, they were conducting the search, room by room, in a thorough and leisurely way.
He has felt, rightly, that this is no occasion for the flannel suit and the old straw hat. I would not have it otherwise. It is the right spirit. Show the guy in. We will give him audience." Pugsy withdrew. Mr. Martin Parker proved to be a man who might have been any age between thirty-five and forty-five. He had a dark face and a black mustache.
"If things go on as they've started, what it will require still more will be a fighting-editor. Pugsy tells me you had visitors while I was out." "A few," said Psmith. "One or two very entertaining fellows. Comrades Asher, Philpotts, and others. I have just been giving them a bite of lunch at the Knickerbocker." "Lunch!" "A most pleasant little lunch. We are now as brothers.
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