I was jusy wonderin' what a fel er could do with himself in this man's town. And Queenie was throwing her head back and showing her gold tooth and yel ing and shrieking already like she was at a fireman's picnic. What a dreadful night, dearie. He decided he'd run out to get a breath of air and maybe a smal drink before he went to lunch.
By the time they'd had their third cocktail Charley got so he couldn't stop talking. It was morning. It was, nearly noon, nothing was done. Margolies gave them each a hand without looking at them and sat down by the fire-place with his back to the crowd in a big carved chair like the one he had in his office.
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