CHAPTER V.
"Burgess!" "Sir ?" Berkley sat up in bed and viewed his environment with disgust.
"These new lodgings would make a fair kennel, wouldn't they, Burgess ?--if a man isn't too particular about his dog." The servant entered with a nasty smirk.

"Yes, sir; I seen a rat last night." "He's not the only one, is he, Burgess," yawned Berkley.

"Oh, hell! I've got to dress.

Did you paint that bathtub?
I guess you did, the place reeks like a paint shop.

Anyway, it kills less desirable aromas.