That appetite of his will send us to
jail some day.
HARRY:
Well, to tell the truth, governor, a little supper wouldn't hurt my
feelings.
(Goes to buffet.)
I wonder where old man Gardner keeps his Havanas? I'd like a
Christmas present of a box of cigars. Are there any over here?
HATCH:
I didn't look. I gave up robbing tills when I was quite a boy.
(Carries bag toward window and looks out.)
HARRY:
(Takes box of cigars from buffet)
Ah, here they are.
(With disgust.)
Domestics! What do you think of that? Made in Vermont. The
"Admiral Dewey" cigar. Gee! What was the use of Dewey's taking
Manila, if I've got to smoke Vermont cigars?
(REDDY enters, carrying tray with food and a bottle.)
REDDY:
Say, fellers, look at this layout. These is real people in this
house. I found cold birds, and ham, and all kinds of pie, and real
wine.
(Places tray on right end of table.)
Sit down, and make yourselves perfectly at home.
HARRY:
Well, well, that does look good.
(Places box of cigars at upper end of table, and seats himself.)
Better have a bite, governor.
HATCH:
No, I tell you.
(He sits angrily in chair at left end of table, with his face
turned toward the curtains.
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