"Why don't you tackle him, then," says I, "instead of botherin' a busy man like me? Go back and call him out."
"I haven't the face," says he. "Look at me!"
"I have," says I, "and, if you ask me, you look like something the cat brought in."
He winces a little at that. "Don't tell Bob how bad it was, then," says he. "Just say you let me have a fiver for him."
"Five bucks!" says I. "Say, I'm Mr. Robert's office boy, not his bank account."
"Two, then?" he goes on.
"My, but I must have the boob mark on me plain!" says I.
"Couldn't you spare a half," he urges, "just a half, to get me a little something to eat, and a drink, and pay for a bed?"
"Oh, sure!" says I. "I carry a pocketful of halves to shove out to all the bums that presents their business cards."
"But Bob would give it back to you," he pleads. "I swear he would! Just tell him you gave it to—to——"