These other Jameses don't hold out any promise at all--grocers, clerks, butchers.

It's the list in hand I'll go by, and if nothing pans out--well, we'll have to take the other cue she threw out and try Los Angeles." "Do you know anything about a man named Nicolas Doremus ?" asked Ruyler abruptly.
"The society chap?
Nothing much except that he don't do much business on the street but is supposed to be pretty lucky at poker and bridge.

But he runs with the crowd the police can't or don't raid.

I've never seen or heard of him anywhere he shouldn't be except with swell slumming or roadhouse parties.

He's never interested me.