"Thank you."
"Pro-vi-ded," Jasper added, "pro-vi-ded we c'n 'range things."
"Arrange things?"
Jasper's eyes wandered musingly over his interlocutor's face.
"'Range things, I sez, an' I sez it again."
He abandoned something of his drawl. "I 'magine I c'd tell sumpin ef I tuk a notion."
Graves brooked his tone with difficulty.
"I shouldn't be here if I didn't think so too," he answered coolly.
"Jes' so," agreed Jasper, absorbed in a sinker. "I c'd tell sumpin erbout a party thet I 'magine you'd cock yer ear t' hear."
"Shelby?"