“Tell it to popper.”
“Buck they wont know you when you get back home to Orpen Manor.”
“But what was it?”
“There was a woman upstairs who did illegal operations, abortions.... That was what stopped up the plumbing.”
“Good God.”
“Somehow that’s the last straw.... And Roy sitting limp over his damn paper in the middle of that stench with that horrible adenoid expression on his face.”
“Poor little girl.”
“But Buck I couldn’t cash a check for more than two hundred.... It’ll be an overdraft as it is. Will that get us to Calgary?”
“Not very comfortably.... There’s a man I know in Montreal who’ll give me a job writing society notes....
Beastly thing to do, but I can use an assumed name. Then we can trot along from there when we get a little more spondulix as you call it.... How about cashing that check now?”