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what poor taste ! '' says I. And it looked like I 'd gone and bugged any five-spot prospects with my first try . So I lets Mortimer simmer for a few days , not makin ' any more cracks , friendly or otherwise . I was about to hand in a blank report too , when one noon he sort of hesitates as he passes the desk , and then stops . `` I say , '' he begins , `` show me that cheap luncheon place you spoke of , will you ? '' It 's more of an order than anything else ; but that only makes this sudden shift of his more amusin ' . `` Why , sure , '' says I. `` Soured on the club , have you ? ''