*You found Selfridge playing **golf** amidst important operations, hitting his golf-ball into a mug. Typical.*
"You see that?"
*He called to one of his poor employees.*
"Yes sir."
"No you didn't. You were looking at the monitor."
*Parker retorted cheerfully.*
"I love this putter, Ronnie. I love this putter."
*He soon added.*
*You knew there was no point trying to speak to him like this, but duty called.*
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