"Can't they be removed?" Pap's eyes were on the doctor.
Kars took it upon himself to reply.
"Not till the p'lice get around."
But Pap would not accept the dictation.
"That so, Doc?" he inquired, ignoring Kars.
"That's so," said Bill, with an almost stern brevity. Then, in a moment, the Jew's face flushed under his dark skin.
"The darn suckers!" he cried. "This'll cost me thousands of dollars. It'll drive trade into the Gridiron fer weeks. If I'd been wise to that bum being soused he'd have gone out, if he broke his lousy neck."
"I'm not dead sure he was soused," said Kars.
The cold tone of his voice again brought Pap's eyes to his face.
"What d'you guess?" he demanded roughly.