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"Whaddye mean, nice?" I demands. "Swell peoples," says the Swede, soundin' the "v" in swell. "Second floor." "There must be some mistake," says Vee, "but I suppose we might as well go up and see." So up we trails to the elevator, me with the suitcase in one hand and the basket in the other, like a Santa Claus who has lost his way. "Mr. Henry Grummidge?" says the neat elevator girl. "Yes'm.
Attracted by a quick gathering of loiterers in the avenue, she witnessed a controversy that might easily have become a police matter. "You're a liar if you say you said all that to me!" shouted the burly Butcher Myers. "You never opened your head, you shrimp! Bawling me out in the papers and losing me my best customers! Whaddye mean?"
"Whaddye think of those damn four-flushers and come-ons, anyhow?" inquired Mr. Kerrigan of Mr. Tiernan, shortly subsequent to a conference with Gilgan, from which Tiernan had been unavoidably absent. "They've got an ordinance drawn up covering the whole city in an elevated-road scheme, and there ain't anything in it for anybody. Say, whaddye think they think we are, anyhow? Hey?" Mr.
Do something for me, will you?" he requested. "Wire to Belford Couch, the Willard, Washington, to come on here by first train." "Couch? Oh, that's Certina Charley, isn't it? Your professional fixer?" "Never mind what he is. You'll be sure to do it, won't you?" "No. Do it yourself," said Ellis curtly, and walked out without a good-night. "Well, whaddye think of that!" spluttered Dr. Surtaine.
He whirled swiftly upon the Surtaines. "By God, I'd like to write her story!" he cried. The outburst was but momentary. Instantly he was his cool, capable self again. "You've had experience in this sort of thing before, I suppose?" he inquired of Dr. Surtaine. "Yes. No! Whaddye mean?" blustered the quack. "Only that you'll know how to fix the police and the coroner." "No call for any fixing."
I laid for 'em in the smokin' car, and when Nick Barrett discovers me inspectin' my palm blisters he starts in with his kidding again. "Oh, you'll be able to get out and dig again in a week or so," says he. "I hope so," says I. "Still strong for it, eh?" says he. "Maybe if you knew what I was diggin' for," says I, "you'd well, there's no tellin'." "Eh?" says he. "Whaddye mean?"
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