"Thank you," replied Jack. "I've just dropped in to look for Garry
Minott. Has he been in?"
Biff was the bulletin-board of the Magnolia club. As he roomed
upstairs, he could be found here at any hour of the day or night.
Biff did not reply at once; there was no use in hurrying--not
about anything. Besides, the connection between Biff's ears and
his brain was never very good. One had to ring him up several
times before he answered.
Jack waited for an instant, and finding that the message was
delayed in transmission, helped himself to one of Biff's
"Specials"--bearing in gold letters his name "Brent Biffton" in
full on the rice paper--dropped into the proffered chair and
repeated the question:
"Have you seen Garry?"
"Yes--upstairs. Got a deck in the little room. Been there all
afternoon. Might go up and butt in. Touch that bell before you go
and say what."
"No--I won't drink anything, if you don't mind. You heard about
Garry's winning the prize?"
"No." Biffton hadn't moved since he had elongated his foot in
search of Jack's chair.
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