Torchy, Private Sec‪.‬

A good breakfast pepped me up a lot, though, and by noon I had them few remarks of mine so I could say ‘em backwards or forwards. How they was goin’ to sound outside of my room was another matter. I had my doubts along that line; but I was goin’ to give ‘em the best I had in stock.

It was most time for the session to begin when Vincent boy trots in with a card announcin’ Mr. Henry Clay Rowley. And, say, when this smooth-faced party in the sporty Scotch tweed suit and the new model pearl gray lid shows up, I has to gasp! He’s had himself tailored and barbered until he looks like an English investor come over huntin’ six per cent. dividends for a Bank of England surplus.