She called: "Elmer, just step here a moment, please." Elmer, who was still putting ice into the oblong box, moodily laid away his tools and approached.
"What WERE the odd names of your friends?
The ones who--who made the mistake ?" asked Lady Agatha, resuming her seat.
Elmer rolled a bilious eye at Cleggett and asked Lady Agatha, out of that corner of his mouth nearer to her: "Is th' guy right ?" "Mr.Cleggett is a friend of mine and can keep a secret, if that is what you mean," said Lady Agatha.

And the words sent a thrill of elation through Cleggett's being.
"M' friends w'at makes the mistake," said Elmer, apparently satisfied with the assurance, and offering the information to Cleggett out of the side of his mouth which had not been involved in his question to Lady Agatha, "goes by th' monakers of Dopey Eddie and Izzy the Cat." "Picturesque," murmured Cleggett.
"Picture--what?
Picture not'in!" said Elmer, huskily.

"The bulls got not'in' on them boys.

Them guys never been mugged.

Them guys is too foxy t' get mugged." "I infer that you weren't always so foxy," said Cleggett, eyeing him curiously.
The remark seemed to touch a sensitive spot.