"Contract work ?" "After a fashion," said McQuade grimly.

"Eat your dinner and we'll go up stairs to my office.

What I have to say can't be said here." "All right, Mr.McQuade.If it's dagos, I'll have plenty in hand in November." "I shall want you to go to New York," said McQuade.
"New York or San Francisco, so long as some one foots the bills." "I'll foot 'em," agreed McQuade.

"Hustle your dinner.

We'll wait for you at the bar." Bolles ordered.