You're the fourth guy with a subpoena that's been after him.

Nix." "I'm not a lawyer's clerk.

I'm a reporter, and I want to ask him a few questions." "Gee! Has that Jane of his been hauling in the newspapers?
Good-night! Toddle along, bo; there's nothing coming from me.

Nix." "Would ten dollars make you talk ?" asked the reporter, desperately.
"Ye-ah--about the Kaiser and his wood-sawing.

By-by!" The operator, secretly enjoying the reporter's discomfiture, shut off the lights, slammed the elevator door to the latch, and walked to the revolving doors, to the tune of Garry Owen.
The reporter did not follow him but sat down on the first step of the marble stairs to think, for there was a lot to think about.