Above a window went up, and a fuzzy head came curiously forth.
"Wot'ell, Bill?"
"It's Stover, Dink Stover. Come down."
"Somethin' doin'?"
"You bet."
Presently, Ricketts's bean-stalk figure came flopping out of the entry.
"What's up, Dink?"
"I'm back too late for supper. Come on down with me to Mory's and keep me company, and I'll buy you a drink."
"Did I hear the word 'buy'?" said Ricketts, in the manner then made popular by the lamented Pete Dailey.
"You did."