about three P.M.
`` Yes , ai n't he ? '' says I. `` And for smoothness he 's got a greased plank lookin ' like a graveled walk . '' I did n't think he 'd come after that . But the other lines they had out must have been hauled in empty ; for not ten days later I has a ` phone call from him sayin ' he 's in town and that if it 's convenient he 'll drop around about three P.M. `` I 'll be here , '' says I. `` And I trust , '' he adds , `` that I -- er -- may not encounter any pugilists or -- er -- '' `` You 'll be safe , '' says I , `` unless some of my Wall Street customers break office rules and try to ring you in on a margin deal . Outside of them , or now and then a railroad president , the studio has a quiet , refined patronage . '' `` Ah , thanks , '' says he . `` Swifty , '' says I to my assistant , `` do n't show yourself in the front office after three to-day .