Gawd, how they hate him down there! Up I walks, as I said
before. He was having a mint julep in the gallery, the nigger said. So
I walked right around where he was and introduced myself as Robert
Green, of New York. He said he didn't know me and didn't want to. What
a mean thing drink is! He ain't a bad lookin' feller, as fellers go.
The only thing against him, I'd say, is that he looks about half
crazy--sorter dippy, off his nut, batty.
"To make the story short, seeing's it's so late, I up and told him I
wasn't there to be monkeyed with. I wanted five thousand dollars out
o' him mighty quick or I'd tell all I knowed about the murder of his
father. Well, you's orter seen him set up! I thought he was going to
die on the spot. He upset his glass. Say, is there anything that
smells nicer than a mint julep? There's the most appealin' odor to it.
If I was a drinkin' man I'd surely go daft over--but, excuse me. I
notice you are yawning, Jack, and Ruby's half asleep."
"Go on," said she, her bright eyes glistening.
"Then he said he'd have me kicked off'n the place. But I just
mentioned having seen that nigger lawyer on the night of the murder,
right out in front of the house.
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