"Cough it out, my elephantine infant."
"Belshassar's feast. I have an idea."
"Whisper it not in Gath, publish it not in Ascalon. An idea," chuckling, "from an egg-regious Lizard philosopher."
"Egg-nogg," continued Dick, grinning.
"The very thing," said Ande, assuming a more sober tone, "but where?"
"We must first get outside of town," said Dick, soberly.
"No stealing?"
"No stealing."
"'Pon honour?"
"'Pon honour."