Let me take you to a regular place, will you?
I haven't had dinner yet myself." "You ain't?
Good golly! What you been doing all day ?" The reporter who had ceased to be a reporter checked a smile while he picked up gloves and cane and opened the door.
"Say! If I told you all I've been doing, old man, you'd think flying from Tucson is a snap! It's a merry life we newspaper men lead.

Not." They were at the elevator before it occurred to Johnny that he was deviating considerably from his intended line of conduct.

He remembered that Bland had promised to wait for him outside the door.
He was not at all certain that Bland would do so in the face of temptations,--such as hunger and thirst,--but it seemed a shabby trick to play him nevertheless.

Instinct warned him that Bland could not be included in the invitation.

Bland was indefinably but inexorably out of it.