“Shut up you little fool. Dont you think I dont know all about you?” She got to her feet with the kimono pulled tight about her.
“God all I needed was a chance to show what I could do, and now I’ll never get it,” Tony was groaning.
“Sure you will if you do what I tell you. I set out to make a man of you kiddo and I’m goin to do it.... We’ll get up an act. Old Hirshbein’ll give us a chance, he used to be kinder smitten.... Come on now, I’ll punch you in the jaw if you dont. Let’s start thinkin up.... We’ll come
in with a dance number see ... then you’ll pretend to want to pick me up.... I’ll be waitin for a streetcar ... see ... and you’ll say Hello Girlie an I’ll call Officer.”
“Is that all right for length sir,” asked the fitter busily making marks on the trousers with a piece of chalk.
James Merivale looked down at the fitter’s little greenish wizened bald head and at the brown trousers flowing amply about his feet. “A little shorter.... I think it looks a little old to have trousers too long.”
“Why hello Merivale I didn’t know you bought your clothes at Brooks’ too. Gee I’m glad to see you.”
Merivale’s blood stood still. He found himself looking straight in the blue alcoholic eyes of Jack Cunningham. He bit his lip and tried to stare at him coldly without speaking.
“God Almighty, do you know what we’ve done?” cried out Cunningham. “We’ve bought the same suit of clothes.... I tell you it’s identically the same.”