"Bar whiskey is good enough for an old timer like me. Don't
tell me you have the blues--your face isn't built that way!"
"Gospel truth, Captain. I've been loafing around this club
--nothing to do for a month. Bridge, handball, highballs, and
yarns! I'm actually a nervous wreck because my nerves haven't
had any work to do!"
"You're the healthiest invalid I've seen since the hospital days
in the Civil War. But don't worry about something to do. I've
some job now. It's dolled up with all them frills you like:
millions, murders and mysteries! If this don't keep you awake,
you'll have nightmares for the next six months. Do you want it?"
"I'm tickled to death. Spill it!"
"Monty, it's the greatest case my detective agency has had since
I left the police force eleven years ago. It's too big for me,
and I've come to you to do a stunt as is a stunt. You will plug
it for me, won't you--just as you've always done? If I get the
credit, it'll mean a fortune to me in the advertising alone.
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