"Boys, the greatest bargain you ever heard," said McNab excitedly, "come in before it's too late!"
"Bargain?" said Stover, frowning, for the word was beginning to cloy.
McNab, with a show of pantomime, squinted behind the window curtains and opened the closet door.
"Look here, Dopey, you get out," said Tough, wrathfully, "you're faking."
"I'm looking for customs officers," said McNab mysteriously.
"What! I say, what's this game?"
"Boys, we've got a couple of Cuba libre dagos rounded up and dancing on a string."
"For the love of Mike, Dopey, be intelligible."
"It's cigars," said McNab at last.
"Don't want them!"