“That’s the obvious solution,” retorted “but my question wasn’t intended to elicit a brand of music-hall humor.”
Spofford contemplated the building uneasily. “I don’t know what you’re up to, Average,” he complained. “Is it a catch?”
“No; it’s a test case. What would you do?”
“I’d think it was Billy-be-dashed queer,” answered Spofford with profound conviction.
“You’re getting on,” said Jones tartly. “And next?”
“Ay? How do I know? What’re you devilin’ me this way for?”
“You wouldn’t call a policeman?”
“No,” said Spofford, staring.
“You wouldn’t hustle around and ’phone Central?”
“Bosh!”