“Well, you know him best. Did he have any grip or anything?”
“Yes, he had a good suit and lots of other truck.”
“And they’re in the room now?”
“Yes.”
“You’re in luck, Bob. I’d like a chum as would slope and leave me a good suit.”
“Well, I wouldn’t. No more would you, Tom Flannery,” said Bob, slightly indignant.
“I didn’t mean nothin’,” said Tom, apologizing for the offense which he saw he had given. “Of course, I wouldn’t want nobody to slope and leave his truck with me.”
“That’s all right then, Tom,” said Bob, forgivingly. “But now, what do you s’pose has become of him?”
“Well, it looks like he didn’t go of his own free will, when he left everything behind him.”
“Of course it does, and I know he didn’t.”