Jimmy the Gent Page #3

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of those safe deposit keys for you.

Fine.

Take this down.

Farmers Loan and Trust?

Good. You'll find that I'm not ungrateful,

Blair.

Bye.

You better give this case your

personal attention.

I'll get on it right away before Jimmy Corrigan

and his Tarzans get wind of it.

Wait a minute. Corrigan doesn't get any

tips from the emergency....

I don't trust him. He'd bribe a corpse

to sit up and telephone.

You seem to know a lot about this

Jimmy Corrigan.

Why shouldn't I? I worked in his office

for ten months, don't forget.

There isn't much about Jimmy Corrigan

and his methods that I don't know.

It's invaluable having you here

knowing as much about Corrigan

as you do and his peculiar technique.

You're very stimulating.

I need a haircut.

Hello.

Hello, get me Farmers Loan,

will you?

Is that you, Viola?

Where's Ronnie?

He just stepped out

to get some cigarettes, Miss Martin.

Oh, he has.

Okay, Viola.

That's funny.

What is?

Every time a hot tip comes into

this office

Ronny Gatson steps out to get

a deck of cigarettes.

I see, and your feminine instinct tells you...

Tells me I'm going to get

a big black cigar.

You know, I've had a hunch on this

for a long time....

Will you please get

that Farmers Loan call for me

and get me the name and the keys

registered under...

Ummm...

Thanks.

It looks like a hot tip, Mr Corrigan.

Mr Wallingham is all steamed up

over it.

What? Oh, don't worry about it,

I'm phoning from downstairs in the lobby.

You know, the old gag of

running out for a pack of cigarettes.

You better hop right to it, Mr Corrigan.

Our office is going right to work.

All right, hang up those stockings, kid.

Santa Clause won't forget you.

All right, goodbye.

Bye, kid.

Chalking up another one for Corrigan.

Just a minute, Mr Gatson.

Miss Martin...

Nice work, what's he paying you?

Why, I'm sure I don't...

That's not enough. How about

the wear and tear and your reputation?

But I swear...

Don't give me that. Beat it.

Miss Martin, Miss Martin, I swear...

I'll throw your hat out the window.

That cheat has been paying off all them nurses

and internes at the emergency, ain't it?

Swell, now if we could only

do that all around....

we could let some of them mugs go

we got working for us.

What? And throw all the nice boys

out of work?

What becomes in our way, what becomes of liberty,

what becomes of democracy?

Boy, you're a prince.

Aw, just do my part, that's all.

Now look...

You beat it down to the

Farmers Loan and Trust Company

and bribe that dumb vault man

to give you all the dope on that old lady.

Get it?

And look! If you miss anything,

you get lumps.

Hey! And tell that guy out there to take $5

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