"So you can talk phony to the little kid? No."

"Ah, get it out of your head that I mean phony."

"Well, what do you mean?"

"Nothing."

Stull gave him a contemptuous glance and turned over on the pillow.

"Are you coming down?"

"No."

So Brandes took another survey of himself in the glass, used his comb

and brushes again, added a studied twist to his tie, shot his cuffs,

and walked out of the room with the solid deliberation which

characterised his carriage at all times.




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