“We’ve got the riggin’ fixed and are all ready ter lower the desk.”
“All right. There it is.”
“Any idea how long it’ll be kept in storage?”
“No. A year, perhaps.”
Patsy was doing some hard thinking.
He had no desire to spend a year in storage, and it was necessary for him, somehow, to separate himself from the desk.
To do it then was out of the question.
The workmen went to the windows and took out the sash.
Patsy could hear them, and he could also hear Ramsay and Starlick moving about the room.
Finally the workmen came to the desk, took hold of it, and shoved it across the room.