Jimmy had learned that Pellams needed a concrete peg on which to hang his memories.
"Oh, sure, I've got him; that throw-away-ambition boy. Hadn't a hair between him and heaven."
A knock came at the door.
"That's it. Sh—sh!"
"Let me in, Jimmy." The room was still.
"I know you and Pellams are digging. I won't say a word to either of you, only give me a smoke."
"Haven't any," said Jimmy, rapidly transferring a sack of Durham and a package of papers from the table.
"Well, let me in, anyway. I want to read by your lamp. Oh, say, open up!"
"It's Boggs. If we don't let him in he'll stand and plead in outer darkness all night."
The door rattled. Jimmy howled "Ye-e-es!" in a tone of provoked affirmative, and Boggs was opened unto.