“Now look here,” says Mark, “what do you want, anyhow? We b-boys are here for a good time, and we d-don’t want anybody prowlin’ around at all times of the night. If you want somethin’ just say so. If we can g-give it to you we’ll give it; if not, we’ll tell you so.”
“You give up Japanese boy?”
“I’ll g-give you all the Japanese boys you can find. What d’you think we’re doin’? Runnin’ a congress of nations? I don’t want any Japanese boys.”
“You haven’t seen Japanese boy?”
“I wish you’d get Japanese boy out of your head. I’m s-s-sick of hearin’ about him. If you’ve got an idee we’re hidin’ your boy somewheres, go ahead and look. It’ll satisfy your m-mind, such as it is, and you won’t be b-botherin’ us any more.”
“You make me permission with immediate quickness to stroll pleasantly through hotel in search?”
“Go ahead. Search till you wear out your s-s-shoes.”
The man’s eyes glittered at that, and he looked as eager as a hungry dog gazing at a bone through a store window.
“I can make exhausting search now?”
“The sooner the better,” says Mark, and he leaned back and shut his eyes like he was sleepy.