"You see, chummy, Dobbs his a nickname halready. You can't forshorten it no more."
The visitor who accompanied Hawkins shared the unpopularity of his escort.
"Whoop, da, da, da!"
"He's a yellow aster."
"Lend me your monocle, Cholly, and don't be wude."
But the tall, blond-bearded man with the monocle sauntered leisurely along, looking into every cell until he reached the end of the corridor. Then he turned back and stopped before Dobbs, while Hawkins clanked his keys beside him.
"If God writes a legible hand, that man's a villain," he quoted from the old-time actor; "what name do you go by?"
"Bill Dobbs."
"Hand me out that pen and ink and I'll draw your picture."
"W'ere?"