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"
No
.
"
"
Who
,
then
—
them
damn
discount
houses
?
"
I
pushed
the
twenty
-
dollar
bill
into
his
breast
pocket
behind
his
peaked
handkerchief
.
"
I
’
ll
keep
the
billfold
,
"
I
said
.
"
It
’
s
nice
.
"
"
Look
I
can
’
t
make
an
offer
without
I
talk
to
the
head
office
.
Don
’
t
close
till
maybe
Tuesday
.
I
’
ll
telephone
you
.
If
I
say
it
’
s
Hugh
,
you
’
ll
know
who
it
is
.
"
"
It
’
s
your
money
in
the
pay
phone
.
"
"
Well
,
hold
it
open
,
will
you
?
"
"
It
’
s
open
,
"
I
said
.
"
Doing
any
fishing
?
"
"
Only
for
dames
.
I
tried
to
take
that
dish
Margie
out
there
.
She
wouldn
’
t
go
.
Damn
near
snapped
my
head
off
.
I
don
’
t
get
dames
.
"
"
They
’
re
curiouser
and
curiouser
.
"
"
You
can
say
that
again
,
"
he
said
,
and
I
haven
’
t
heard
that
expression
in
fifteen
years
.
He
looked
worried
.
"
Don
’
t
do
anything
till
you
hear
from
me
,
"
he
said
.
"
Jesus
,
I
thought
I
was
conning
a
country
boy
.
"
