Got any good ideas, soldier?

One or two. Somebody gunned Geiger, or somebody got gunned by Geiger who ran away, or he had meat for dinner and likes to do his butchering in the parlor. No, I don't like it either. Maybe you'd better call your friends downtown.

I don't get it. I don't get your game here.

Don't you, Mr. Mars?

I wondered why you didn't ask me who I was. You seem to be telling me Geiger was in a racket of some kind. What racket?

I wouldn't know. I'm not his landlord. But I'll tell you something you missed. Somebody cleaned out the back of Geiger's store today.

You know, you talk too much.