“You don’t mean business too, do you?”
“Yes, that’s also on the bum.... I did contrive to sell a small house the other day––and blew myself to this overcoat.”
“Is that so unusual?” asked Estridge, smiling,“––to sell a house in town?”
“Yes, it’s a miracle in these days. Tell me, Jack, how did you get on in Russia?”
“Too many Reds. We couldn’t do much. They’ve got it in for everybody except themselves.”
“The socialists?”
“Not the social revolutionists. I’m talking about the Reds.”
“Didn’t they make the revolution?”
“They did not.”
“Well, who are the Reds, and what is it they want?”