“Say, be careful of what you say, young man,” blustered the quack.
“I am—quite particular. And, before you leave, wouldn’t you like to hear about the five thousand dollars I got for my little job?”
Doctor Hoff blinked rapidly.
“What didje say?” he finally inquired.
“Five—er—thousand—er—dollars.”
“You got it?”
“In the bank.”
“Where dje get it?”
“From you, through your son’s check, duly certified.”
Doctor Hoff blinked more rapidly and moistened his lips with an effortful tongue.