He smilingly but stubbornly
refused to be moved by their eloquence. To all of their subtly-worded
entreaties he gave but the one, oft-repeated response:
"I guess you'd better discuss that with Mr. Prull, the lawyer."
They gave it up, but not until the time allotted to them as visitors
was nearly over.
"Mr. Prull has all the facts. Let him do the worrying," quoth Dick,
the philosopher. "Ernie will get off, dead sure. As for yours truly, I
made my bed, so I guess I'll have to sleep in it. Joey, I'll have the
laugh on you. You always said I was a crazy freak when I told you
where I was going to end. Just you remember that, will you, when you
read about me doing the groundless dance one of these fine days. My
old man did it before me. He was seventeen minutes strangling, they
say. Almost a record-breaking performance. To tell you the truth,
Joey, I'd be downright disappointed if I should happen to cash in
natural-like. It would be an awful jolt to my faith in Fate."
"For the love of 'eaven, Dick, don't go on like that," groaned Joey. A
cold perspiration was standing on his forehead. "You ought to 'ave
some regard for my feelings.
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