Be drunkard all you want to--outside business hours.

Don' for Gossake le'n'thing innerfere business hours! Business! Thassit! You're right, father.

Drink! Die! L'everything go to hell, but DON' let innerfere business!" Sheridan had seized the telephone upon Roscoe's desk, and was calling his own office, overhead.

"Abercrombie?
Come down to my son Roscoe's suite and get rid of some gentlemen that are waitin' there to see him in room two-fourteen.

There's Maples and Schirmer and a couple o' fellows on the Kinsey business.