CHAPTER XV
“So,” said Puma, “you are quite convinced he has much wealth. Yes?”
“You betcha,” replied Elmer Skidder. “That pious guy has got all kinds of it. Why, Alonzo D. Pawling can buy you and me like we were two subway tickets and then forget which pocket he put us in.”
“He also is a sport? Yes?”
“On the quiet. Oh, I got his number some years ago. Ran into him once in New York, where you used to knock three times and ring twice before they slid the panel on you.”
“A bank president?”
“Did you ever know one that didn’t?” grinned Skidder, inserting pearl studs in his shirt.
“It is very bad––for a shake-down,” mused Puma, smoothing his glossy top hat with one of Skidder’s silk mufflers.
“Aw, you can’t scare Alonzo D. Pawling. Say, Angy, what dames have you commandeered?”
“I ask Barclay and West. Also, they got another––Vanna Brown.”