I managed to find out that Baumberger buys cigars and papers of Jim Wakely sometimes; not always, though." Miss Georgie laughed ruefully, and patted her pompadour absent-mindedly.
"So all I got out of that," she finished, "was a correspondence I could very well do without.

I've been trying to quarrel with that operator ever since, but he's so darned easy-tempered!" She went and looked out of the window again uneasily.
"He's guzzling beer over there, and from the look of him he's had a good deal more than he needs already," she informed Peaceful.

"He'll burst if he keeps on.

I suppose I shouldn't keep you any longer--he's looking this way pretty often, I notice; nothing but the beer-keg holds him, I imagine.

And when he empties that--" She shrugged her shoulders, and sat down facing Hart.
"Maybe you could bribe Jim Wakely into giving something away," she suggested.