“Don’t talk such nonsense! Get out and fill your lungs with fresh air. That cures the blues quicker than anything I know.”
“It won’t cure this fit. If it would, I’d had it cured long ago, ’cause that’s all I’ve been doing for a good many weeks. If I’d talked less and done more I’d been a heap sight better off.”
“I thought from the way you was staying up there last night that you was doing something. I never heerd you come in at all.”
“Maybe I wa’n’t up there all that time. The fact is, Clemmie, I went into the city last night.”
“You went into New York last night? What did you do that for?”
“I went in and pulled a lawyer friend of mine out of bed for a little confab. I don’t mind telling you who it was. It was Harold Fox.... Clemmie, that feller that was here to see me about that mortgage lied to me about the date it was due. Harold says the time is up on it next Saturday.”
“Josiah!”
“I also talked with another friend of mine who knew Jim purty well in his palmy days, and he says what that letter of yours says is so. He told me a lot more stuff, too.”
“What? About Jim or Adoniah?”