You needn't come in to let me know they're gone; we don't
want to be disturbed. Tell Pauly to call my house and send Claus down
here with a closed car. We may have to go out. Tell him to hustle,
and call me at Roscoe's room as soon as the car gets here. 'T's all!"
Roscoe had laughed bitterly throughout this monologue. "Drunk in
business hours! Thass awf'l! Mus'n' do such thing! Mus'n' get
drunk, mus'n' gamble, mus'n' kill 'nybody--not in business hours!
All right any other time. Kill 'nybody you want to--'s long 'tain't
in business hours! Fine! Mus'n' have any trouble 't'll innerfere
business. Keep your trouble 't home. Don' bring it to th' office.
Might innerfere business! Have funerals on Sunday--might innerfere
business! Don' let your wife innerfere business! Keep all, all, ALL
your trouble an' your meanness, an' your trad--your tradegy--keep 'em
ALL for home use! If you got die, go on die 't home--don' die round
th' office! Might innerfere business!"
Sheridan picked up a newspaper from Roscoe's desk, and sat down with
his back to his son, affecting to read. Roscoe seemed to be unaware
of his father's significant posture.
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