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"
We
three
were
sitting
at
table
in
the
cantina
of
the
Purified
Saints
.
Mellinger
poured
out
wine
,
and
was
looking
some
worried
;
I
was
thinking
.
"
'
They
're
a
sharp
crowd
,
'
he
says
,
kind
of
fretful
.
'
They
're
capitalized
by
a
foreign
syndicate
after
rubber
,
and
they
're
loaded
to
the
muzzle
for
bribing
.
I
'm
sick
,
'
goes
on
Mellinger
,
'
of
comic
opera
.
I
want
to
smell
East
River
and
wear
suspenders
again
.
At
times
I
feel
like
throwing
up
my
job
,
but
I
'm
d
--
--
n
fool
enough
to
be
sort
of
proud
of
it
.
"
There
's
Mellinger
,
"
they
say
here
.
"
Por
Dios
!
you
ca
n't
touch
him
with
a
million
.
"
I
'd
like
to
take
that
record
back
and
show
it
to
Billy
Renfrow
some
day
;
and
that
tightens
my
grip
whenever
I
see
a
fat
thing
that
I
could
corral
just
by
winking
one
eye
--
and
losing
my
graft
.
By
--
--
,
they
ca
n't
monkey
with
me
.
They
know
it
.
What
money
I
get
I
make
honest
and
spend
it
.
Some
day
I
'll
make
a
pile
and
go
back
and
eat
caviare
with
Billy
.
To-night
I
'll
show
you
how
to
handle
a
bunch
of
corruptionists
.
I
'll
show
them
what
Mellinger
,
private
secretary
,
means
when
you
spell
it
with
the
cotton
and
tissue
paper
off
.
'
"
Mellinger
appears
shaky
,
and
breaks
his
glass
against
the
neck
of
the
bottle
.
"
I
says
to
myself
,
'
White
man
,
if
I
'm
not
mistaken
there
's
been
a
bait
laid
out
where
the
tail
of
your
eye
could
see
it
.
'
"
That
night
,
according
to
arrangements
,
me
and
Henry
took
the
phonograph
to
a
room
in
a
'
dobe
house
in
a
dirty
side
street
,
where
the
grass
was
knee
high
.
'
Twas
a
long
room
,
lit
with
smoky
oil
lamps
.
There
was
plenty
of
chairs
,
and
a
table
at
the
back
end
.
We
set
the
phonograph
on
the
table
.
Mellinger
was
there
,
walking
up
and
down
,
disturbed
in
his
predicaments
.
He
chewed
cigars
and
spat
'em
out
,
and
he
bit
the
thumb
nail
of
his
left
hand
.
"
By
and
by
the
invitations
to
the
musicale
came
sliding
in
by
pairs
and
threes
and
spade
flushes
.
Their
colour
was
of
a
diversity
,
running
from
a
three-days
'
smoked
meerschaum
to
a
patent-leather
polish
.
They
were
as
polite
as
wax
,
being
devastated
with
enjoyments
to
give
Señor
Mellinger
the
good
evenings
.
I
understood
their
Spanish
talk
--
I
ran
a
pumping
engine
two
years
in
a
Mexican
silver
mine
,
and
had
it
pat
--
but
I
never
let
on
.
"
Maybe
fifty
of
'em
had
come
,
and
was
seated
,
when
in
slid
the
king
bee
,
the
governor
of
the
district
.
Mellinger
met
him
at
the
door
,
and
escorted
him
to
the
grand
stand
.
When
I
saw
that
Latin
man
I
knew
that
Mellinger
,
private
secretary
,
had
all
the
dances
on
his
card
taken
.
That
was
a
big
,
squashy
man
,
the
colour
of
a
rubber
overshoe
,
and
he
had
an
eye
like
a
head
waiter
's
.
"
Mellinger
explained
,
fluent
,
in
the
Castilian
idioms
,
that
his
soul
was
disconcerted
with
joy
at
introducing
to
his
respected
friends
America
's
greatest
invention
,
the
wonder
of
the
age
.
Henry
got
the
cue
and
run
on
an
elegant
brass-band
record
and
the
festivities
became
initiated
.
The
governor
man
had
a
bit
of
English
under
his
hat
,
and
when
the
music
was
choked
off
he
says
:
