Now that I had achieved my concept, I might as well practise it thoroughly.

"Come on," I said, "up to Johnny's and have a drink." Going up the wharf, we met Clam coming down.

Clam was Nelson's partner, and he was a fine, brave, handsome, moustached man of thirty--everything, in short, that his nickname did not connote.

"Come on," I said, "and have a drink." He came.

As we turned into the Last Chance, there was Pat, the Queen's brother, coming out.
"What's your hurry ?" I greeted him.