Jack Vettriano Working the Lounge

others nodded. No‑one really wanted to attempt to beat up the Librarian if there was anyone smaller available.
'What about the dwarf?'
'Ah.''I tink what he said,' said Cliff, 'was dat he'd give us twenty dollars with interest.'
'Same thing, isn't it? And he said he could get us more jobs. Did you read the contract?'
'Did you?'
'It was very small writing,' said Glod. He brightened up. 'But there was a lot of it,' he added. 'Bound to be a good contract, with that much writing on it.'
'The Librarian ran away,' said Buddy. 'Oooked a lot, and ran away'Someone said they thought he was Glod Glodsson. Lives in Phedre Road somewhere–’Clete growled. 'Get some of the lads over there right now. I want the position of musicians in this city explained to them right now. Hat. Hat. Hat.'The musicians hurried through the night, the din of the Mended Drum behind them.'Wasn't he nice,' said Glod. 'I mean, we haven't just got our pay, but he was so interested he gave us twenty dollars of his own money!'