Chapter 47

Ross laughed, for Jimmy was an inimitable mimic and could take off to the life any foreign dialect, gesture, or facial contortion. Even though his white, haggard face upon the sheet--he was allowed no pillow--was far from resembling that of the plethoric Dutchman who carried an outrageously high blood pressure and looked it, for the moment Jimmy, puffing out his cheeks and squinting his eyes, managed to resemble him. Tommaso and Pat, catching the guttural tones and recognizing the origin of the tale, choked in thei…