"Ha, Clayton!" he said, "so you're in luck."
"How do, Mortimer? What makes you think so?"
"Your extravagant spread. It isn't permitted to failures like your humble servant to dine in such princely style."
"Then why come here at all?"
"I am only going to order fish balls and coffee, but I want those good, and shall get them good here. Have you made a ten-strike?"
"No; business is dull with me, but I think I'm on the track of a fair thing."
"What is it, and where?"
"Wouldn't you like to know, Mortimer?" said Clarence, putting one finger waggishly on one side of his nose. "There isn't enough in it for two."
"Oh, I don't want to interfere with you, of course. I thought I'd like to know whereabouts you are operating at present."