For answer he subtracted a sheaf of orders from his inside coat pocket.
“It was easy, Jerry, after I once got on the right track.”
I drew a deep breath.
“Poppy,” says I, loving him with my eyes, “you’re a wonder.”
“Aw!... Cut out the ‘wonder’ stuff,” he shrugged, “and let’s lasso a couple of sandwiches. For I haven’t had my supper yet.”
“You ought to write a book,” I further bragged on him.
“A cook book?” he grinned.
“No. A book on selling. For you surely know how to do it. Who was the first victim to come under your hypnotic influence?”
“One of the railroad officials.”
“Conductor?”