"I'm as sure of it as I'm sure your name is Arnold Baxt -"
"Hush, Buddy, how many times must I tell you that I want that name
dropped, especially around here?"
"There ain't anybody around here to hear us?"
"Well, I don't want the name mentioned. I call you Buddy. You
must call me Nolly."
"All right, Nolly."
"Now, you are dead sure you saw the boys on their way to Putnam
Hall?"
"I am."
"How much have you drank today?"
"Only two glasses, this morning. Oh, it was them," went on Buddy,
with a total disregard for grammar.
The tall man muttered something under his breath.
"It's too bad," he said aloud.
"What's too bad? "
"That they are going to Putnam Hall. Still, I don't know as it
will amount to anything. But I reckon you had best get out of the
neighborhood."
"I'm going to get out."
"What brought you here?"
"I wanted to see you again, as I said before."
"About what?"
"That mining deal."
"I can't do anything at present."
"Why not?"
"There are some papers missing, Buddy. As soon as I get those
I'll be in a condition to go ahead. You know, I've got to move
slowly."
"Well, what brought you here?"
"That is my business.
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