I apathetically fell in with the idea, and invited Terry to join me.

But he jeered at the notion of finding either pleasure or profit in any such trip.

It was too far from the center of crime to contain any interest for Terry.
"Heavens, man! I'd as lief spend a vacation in the middle of the Sahara Desert." "Oh, the fishing would keep things going," I said.
"Fishing! We'd die of ennui before we had a bite.

I'd be murdering you at the end of the first week just for some excitement.

If you need a rest--and you are rather seedy--forget all about this Patterson business and plunge into something new.