I'll fire him myself, maybe, before I leave.

Yes," he added, thinking swiftly of Josephine as the object of Dick's desires, "that's what I'll do.

Maybe it'll save a lot of trouble while I'm gone.
He's a tricky son-of-a-gun." "You're dead right; he is," Jim agreed.

And then, dryly: "Grandmother just died ?" "Oh, shut up.

This ain't an excuse--it's business.