"O Lord, let me sleep till then and afterwards. You can do what you like to me!"
"You seem to have a nice taste in fancy eats," said Jack.
"A nice taste! I was born with the tongue of an epicure, a delicate tongue, a high-toned tongue! For me to be obliged to eat in lunch wagons and beaneries was a crime against nature!"
"Well, how would you like to keep this up for a while?" said Jack with an offhand air.
"Hey?" said Bobo opening his eyes.
Jack studied him. "He's something of a fool," he thought. "But maybe that's what I need. I couldn't control a hard-headed guy. And he's an actor. He ought to be able to play a part. And he'd be grateful for his meals, I could do what I wanted with him. Anyhow I have to take a chance, and I might do worse."
"What d'ye mean, keep it up?" demanded Bobo.
"This is only a sample," said Jack. "How would you like the real thing for a while; a suite of rooms at the Madagascar; a yacht, a motor car—— Oh, half a dozen motors; all the clothes you wanted from the best tailor in America; as for the eats—all you'd have to do would be press a button and give your order."
Bobo turned a little pale. "What are you getting at?"
"Supposing a man offered you this, would you be willing to put yourself in his hands?"