Stop This Man!
“Chapter Eleven “So I see you made a contact,” said the Turtle. Then his eyes bugged out more than usual when he got a closer look at Catell. “Behold the Duke,” he said. “Just get a load of the Duke in them fancy duds. Tonio, you musta made goodio. What happened?”
Catell dropped the cartons he was carrying on the bed and took off his new sports jacket.
“Put it back on,” the Turtle said. “That neon shirt is kicking my eyeballs.”
“Whaddaya talking about? It’s California style, isn’t it?”
“No, it a...in’t. You see anybody walkin’ around like that who ain’t a tourist or an actor or somethin’?”
“Well, anyway, I just got this one.”
Catell sat down and lit a cigarette. The Turtle stood opposite, waiting.
“So give. What’s the glad news?”
“No glad news, Turtle. I think I’m going to get someplace, but so far I’ve been roped.”
“Roped? How?”
“I’m doing a job for that fat Smith guy. First the job, then the gold deal.”
“So whaddaya kicking about?MoreLess
Catell dropped the cartons he was carrying on the bed and took off his new sports jacket.
“Put it back on,” the Turtle said. “That neon shirt is kicking my eyeballs.”
“Whaddaya talking about? It’s California style, isn’t it?”
“No, it a...in’t. You see anybody walkin’ around like that who ain’t a tourist or an actor or somethin’?”
“Well, anyway, I just got this one.”
Catell sat down and lit a cigarette. The Turtle stood opposite, waiting.
“So give. What’s the glad news?”
“No glad news, Turtle. I think I’m going to get someplace, but so far I’ve been roped.”
“Roped? How?”
“I’m doing a job for that fat Smith guy. First the job, then the gold deal.”
“So whaddaya kicking about?MoreLess
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