Well, I'll tell you--you're talking the way I like to hear you--you pay that back, slide it in without his knowing it, a bit at a time, whenever you can, and you'll never hear a yip out of me; but if you don't, why it kind of looks as though I have a right to come down your street and get my share or know the reason why--eh ?" "Then you never get any share," said Hagan, with a catch in his voice.
"I pay it back as fast as I can." "Sure," said Jimmie Dale.

"That's right--that's what I said.

Well, so long--Hagan." And Jimmie Dale had opened the door and slipped outside.
An hour later, in his dressing room in his house on Riverside Drive, Jimmie Dale was removing his coat as the telephone, a hand instrument on the table, rang.

Jimmie Dale glanced at it--and leisurely proceeded to remove his vest.

Again the telephone rang.