"Well, yer wants ter see dat yer don't. If yer do, I'll hunt yer up meself, an' I won't do a t'ing ter youse—not a t'ing!"
"Save your threats and come to business. I am impatient to get away, as I do not care to be seen here by anybody who may drop in."
"Don't care ter be seen here! I like dat—nit! Better men dan youse has been here, an' don't yer fergit dat!"
"Oh, I don't care who has been here! You have the money. Now tell me where I can find the man I want."
"D'yer know Plug Kirby?"
"No."
"Well, he is der feller yer wants."
"Where can I find him?"
"I'll give yer his address."
Kelley took a stub of a pencil out of his vest pocket and wrote with great labor on the margin of one of the papers. This writing he tore off and handed to Ditson. Then, without another word, he once more restored his feet to the top of the table and resumed reading as if there was no one in the room.