“Home, but——”
“You forgot to tell the driver your address.”
“Dam’ the driver! He ought to know enough—hic—to take a fellow home when he’s soused. Where elsh would I be going? Huh?”
“But your address——”
“Dam’ my address! It’s nobody’sh business. I live where I please—see? I’m drunk. I get drunk when—hic—whenever I feel like it. Know where to get the sh-stuff, too. Alwaysh carry a bottle on my hip. Want a drink?”
“Never touch it. Thanks, just the same. What was the matter back at the office? They were treating you rather roughly.”
Granger seemed to recall a grievance. He made an effort to draw himself up. “I inshulted the city editor and—hic—he told the watchman to bounce me. I alwaysh inshult people when I’m soused. Did I ever inshult you?”
“Not yet, Granger.”
“Maybe I will shome day. Shay, tell the cabby to turn back. I wanta go back to the offish and clean out that bunch of stiffs.”
“Now, Granger——”