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HOLLYWOOD SHORTS
an' scarin' yuh ! You guys would ruin any reputation that stepped onto this lot, even before a columnist could get a break. You keyhole everyone before they get a room. I say it's wrong, boys. Let the girl alone ! She too may have had a mother."
"Just give 'er time, just give 'er time," Ham advised humorously.
"What do you mean by that?" one of the silent members made the mistake of asking.
"Oh, you!" Ham replied, rolling his eyes pansy-like. "Go read your Freud! Learn about women from 'im."
"Hey! Have a heart!" Edgar advised seriously, pushing everyone away from the window. "Before you know it, you'll start somethin'. Lots of busted reputations have started that way. Besides, the boss'll look up here any minute and think that we're laughin' at him, which we are. But we oughta have sense enough not to look down the barrel of a cannon."
Reluctantly the staff moved toward the conference table, all but Horatio, who lingered, peeping around the edge of the window, much to Edgar's disgust.
"All right, Horatio," Edgar added sarcastically, "you got a bigger eyeful than we did. Tell us what you think of the gal."
Horatio exploded a bomb shell. "I think she stinks!"
Edgar took the initiative. "We're bad enough with our insinuations, Horatio, without you tryin' to top us with that damned crack of yours. Boy, what a lousy expression ! An' I'll tell you what." His eyes snapped fire. "I'm goin' to break you of it, or — "
"Or what?" Horatio growled.
"Or— else!"
Edgar's face went instantly red.
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