Got it written ?" "No; I'll send it around to you last of the week." Adams moved toward his taxicab.

"Don't say anything to anybody about it, Charley, especially till after that." "All right." "And, Charley, I'll be mighty obliged to you," Adams said, and came back to shake hands in farewell.

"There's one thing more you might do--if you'd ever happen to feel like it." He kept his eyes rather vaguely fixed on a point above his friend's head as he spoke, and his voice was not well controlled.

"I been--I been down there a good many years and I may not 'a' been so much use lately as I was at first, but I always tried to do my best for the old firm.

If anything turned out so's they DID kind of take offense with me, down there, why, just say a good word for me--if you'd happen to feel like it, maybe." Old Charley Lohr assured him that he would speak a good word if opportunity became available; then, after the cab had driven away, he went up to his small apartment on the third floor and muttered ruminatively until his wife inquired what he was talking to himself about.
"Ole Virg Adams," he told her.