A few details on your trip to-day will be of interest, Mr.Jewel." Johnny grinned.

"There ain't any details.

We just flew till we got here, and then we lit." "We ?" The gray-clad one lifted a finely formed eyebrow.
"My mechanic and me." "Ah." The fellow made a mark or two with his pencil and waited for more--until he perceived that more would not be forthcoming.
"And now that you have lit, what do you expect to do, may I ask ?" "Oh-h--" Johnny covered a wide yawn with his palm, "make money.

What else is there to do ?" "Go broke," the reporter suggested, smiling again--with less boredom, by the way.
"Old stuff," Johnny grunted.

"I aim to be different." The fashion plate laughed almost humanly.