"De-mounted 'em so the junk would be easier to handle.

The Dago mother you asked for--the second painting may be one you'd like to have for your own private gallery.
I'm not going to let you get away with your bluff--and don't you forget it!...

Duchess, don't you think he'd better beat it before Gavegan and his loving friends take a tumble to his presence and mess up the neighborhood ?" "Yes," said the Duchess.

"Good-night, Larry." "Good-night," said he.
Mechanically he took the roll of paintings and slipped it under his raincoat; mechanically he shook hands; mechanically he got out of the pawnshop; mechanically he took all precautions in getting out of the little rain-driven street and in getting into a taxicab which he captured over near Cooper Institute.

All his mind was upon what the Duchess had told him and upon a new idea which was throbbingly growing into a purpose.