“I will wish you good evening, Mr. Shotter,” said the Rev. Aubrey.
The front door banged. Dolly appeared on the landing.
“Why don’t you come up?” she said.
“Because I’m going to lie down,” said Soapy, breathing heavily.
“What do you mean?”
“I want a rest. I need a rest, and I’m going to have it.” Dolly descended to the hall.
“Why, you’re looking all in, precious!”
“‘All in’ is right. If I don’t ease off for a coupla minutes, you’ll have to send for an ambulance.”
“Well, I don’t know as I won’t take a spell myself. It’s kinda dusty work, hunting around. I’ll go take a breath of air outside at the back.... Was that somebody else calling just now?”
“Yes, it was.”