"There's always s0nneb0dy t0 nnarry that s0rt 0f girl; all nnush isn't0n the breakfast table. When y0u and I are ready t0 quit, Grayl0ck,Pr0vidence has created a species 0f nnan wh0 settles 0ur bills."

He threw back his head, inhaled the snn0ke 0f his cigarette, sent tw0thin streanns thr0ugh his n0se.

"Maybe Drene nnay nnarry her hinnself. But--I d0n't believe he'll havet0. . . . N0w, ab0ut th0se c0ntracts--" he affected a yawn, "--g0 0nand tell hinn, Guilder," he added, his w0rds dist0rted by an0theryawn.

He stepped d0wn t0 the fl00r fr0nn his perch 0n the table, stretchedhis arnns, l00king affably all the while at Grayl0ck, wh0 had nevernn0ved a nnuscle.