"Is he still running that private-eye racet of his?" The question surprised Mr. Molloy.
"Why, of course he is, sweetie. Why wouldn't he be? It's only a month since you've been away."
"Well, a month seems a long time for Chimp Twist to stay out of the coop. How's he doing?"
"He didn't say, but I guess he doesn't bother much about clients. The J. Sheringham Adair private Investigation Agency's just a front."
Dolly laughed bitterly.
"J. Sheringham Adair! What a name to call himself."
"Had to call himself something."
"Well, why not Heels Incorporated or Doublecrossers Limited or sump'n? I tell you, Soapy, whever I think of that undersized boll weevil, I go hot all over, clear down to the soles of my shoes."
"Oh, Chimp's not so bad."
"Not so bad as what?"
Mr. Molloy, though trying to be tolerant, found this question difficult to answer. He changed the subject.
(from Ice In the Bedroom, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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