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And if Mr. Robert hadn't been actin' so much like a poor prune he'd have quit that line right there. But on he blunders. "You see," says he, "I've asked Torchy to explain for me." "Ye-e-es?" says she, bitin' her upper lip thoughtful and glancin' from one to the other of us. "Then then you needn't have bothered to come yourself, need you?" Say, that was something to lean against, wa'n't it?
"But I can't break my promise, Torchy," says she. "That's right," says I, "and I wouldn't ask you to. Let's take the subway." I won; and when I put her in a taxi an hour later she was still blushin' from answerin' questions. I had that paper with the city seal on it in my inside pocket, though. My next job is on the Reverend Percey, the one who did the job for Mr.
Quite careless, she shuts the door behind us. "Whew!" says I. "Some grouch, Cousin Myra! What is it shootin' pains in the disposition?" Vee snickers. "Did you mind very much, Torchy?" she asks. "Me?" says I. "Oh, I was brought up on roasts never knew much else. But, I must say, I was gettin' a bit hot on your account." "Don't," says she.
"Torchy, you must do the family honors." "Do which?" says I, with business of great surprise. "Meet my sister Marjorie, see that she gets through the customs without landing in jail, and take her home in a taxi. Think you're equal to it, eh?" says he. "I could make a stab," says I. "I'll risk that much," says he.
"Pardon me," says he, "but before we go any further just how much of that rubbish do you mean to transcribe?" "Why," says Ruby, starin' at him vacant, "I I took down just what you said." "Mm-m-m!" says he sarcastic. "My error. And er that will be all." Then, when she's gone, he growls savage: "Delightful, eh? You noticed her, didn't you, Torchy?" "The mouth breather?" says I. "Sure! That's Ruby.
He shrugs his shoulders, indulges in an unconvincin' little laugh, snaps the case shut, and then tosses it careless down onto the table. "Perhaps you failed to notice the dust," says he. "The back part of the bottom drawer is where that belongs, Torchy or in the waste basket. It's quite hopeless, you see." "Huh!" says I as I turns to go. And this time I meant to get it across to him.
What is the number of his regiment?" Miss Casey reels it off, addin' the company and division. "Really!" says Vee. "Why, that's the company Captain Woodhouse commands. You remember him, Torchy?" "Oh, yes! Woodie," says I. "I'd most forgotten him." "I am going to call him up on the long distance right now," says Vee. And in spite of all my lay-off signals she does it. Gets the captain, too.
"The illustrious and illuminating Torchy! Don't tell me you've just bought the estate?" "Would it matter to you who owned it," says I, "if you wanted to use it bad?" "Such cruel suspicions!" says he. "Sir, my permit!" He's got it, straight enough a note to the lodge-keeper, signed by Mrs.
And sure enough the young gent drivin' has a sketchy mustache and baby blue eyes. "What ho!" he sings out cheerful. "Torchy, isn't it? Sorry if we've kept you waiting, but Adelbaran wasn't performing quite as well as usual this morning. Stow your bag on the fender and climb in." "In where?" says I, glancin' at the single seat. "Oh, really there's plenty of room for three," says the young lady.
I've put away so much of that sweet slush now that I'll be bilious for a week. But say, Torchy, honest to goodness, is Broadway like this all the time now?" "No," says I. "They're goin' to have a Y.W.C.A. convention here next week and I expect that'll stir things up quite a bit." "Sorry," says Amby, "but I shan't be here." "No?" says I. "Pos-i-tively," says Ambrose.
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