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I don't know what this is all about; but I'll soon see, and block any encores." "Quite right," says Mr. Hubbard. "This is all extremely annoying. Such a rabble!" "Positively disgusting!" adds Pinckney. "A crowd of smelly foreigners! Shorty, you should put a stop to this." "Trust me," says I. "Ah, here we have the guilty party!" and in comes Swifty towin' Eggleston K. by the collar.
Eggy dashes off, and after a lively jabberin' below comes back with his selected specimens. Not a one looks as though he'd been over more'n a year, and some are still wearin' the outlandish rigs they landed in. Then Eggy begins introducin' 'em. And, say, you'd hardly know him for the same bashful, wispy party that Swifty had dragged in a little while before.
"Primitive; but effective, I've no doubt. I must see it in operation." And an hour later he's still there, reposin' comf'table in an office chair with his feet on the windowsill, smokin' cigarettes, and throwin' off chunks of classy dialogue that had Swifty Joe gawpin' at him like he was listenin' to a foreign language. "My assistant, Mr. Gallagher," says I, by way of apologizin'.
I was just landin' a cross wallop to the ribs, by way of keepin' him from bein' too ambitious with his left, when out of the tail of my eye I notices Swifty Joe edgin' in with a card in his paw. "Time out!" says I, steppin' back and droppin' my guard. "Well, Swifty, what's the scandal?" "Gent waitin' to see you," says he. "Let him wait, then," says I.
She don't seem nervous or panicky at all, like most women would, breakin' in on a roughhouse scene like that. She don't even stare reprovin', but stands there watchin' us as serene as if we wa'n't anything more'n pictures on a movie sheet. And there we was, holdin' the pose; me with my right all bunched for action, and Swifty with his face to the mat.
Sam Steele." "Wha-a-at?" says she. "Of all persons! And when did that start, I'd like to know?" "Eight years back," says I. "She was Katie the nurse, and this is their second act. Anyway, he ducks Bulgaroo by it." First place, Swifty Joe should have let the subject drop.
"You'll be safe," says I, "unless some of my Wall Street customers break office rules and try to ring you in on a margin deal. Outside of them, or now and then a railroad president, the studio has a quiet, refined patronage." "Ah, thanks," says he. "Swifty," says I to my assistant, "don't show yourself in the front office after three to-day.
Alvin jumps up and shakes him hearty by the mitt. "Allow me to offer you a cigarette, Sir," says he. "Much obliged," says Swifty, eyin' the thin silver case with the gold linin'. "Gee! what a swell box!" "Do you fancy it?" says Alvin. "Then it is yours, with my best compliments." "Ah-r-r-r chee, no!" protests Swifty. "Please, as a favor to me," insists Alvin, pushin' the case into his hand.
"One finds so few ways of giving pleasure. In return I shall remember gratefully the direct sincerity of your manner. Charming!" And, say, I expect it's the first time in his whole career that anybody ever discovered any good points about Swifty Joe Gallagher on first sight. He backs out with his mouth open and his face tinted up like an old maid's that's been kissed in the dark.
Course, I hadn't been able to stick to that very strict in the first two cases; but this time it looked like I would. So by the next afternoon, havin' been busy in the gym since nine A.M., I'd forgotten the incident complete, and I'm some surprised when Swifty Joe announces that there's a female party askin' for me in the front office. "Wha' d'ye mean female party?" says I. "Is it a lady?"
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