A Confederacy of Dunces Chap. 4.2
“Hey, Miss Lee, that fat mother got him the green cap, he coming in here anymore?”

“No, thank God. It’s characters like that ruinyour investment.”

“When your little orphan friend coming here again? Whoa! I like to fin out what goin on with them orphan. I bet they be the firs orphan the
police be interest in ever.”

“I told you I send the orphans things. A little charity never hurt nobody. It makes you feel good.”

“That really sound like Night of Joy chariddy when them orphan paying in a lotta money for whatever they getting.”

“Stop worrying about the orphans and start worrying about my floor. I got enough problems already. Darlene wants to dance. You want araise. And I got worse problems on top of that.” Lana thought of the plainclothesmen who had suddenly started to appear in the club late at night. “Business stinks.”

“Yeah. I can tell that. I starving to death in this cathouse.”

“Say, Jones, you been over to the precinct lately?” Lana asked cautiously, wondering whether there was an outside chance that Jones might be leading the cops to the place.

This Jones was turning out to be a headache, in spite of the low salary.
  “No, I ain't been visiting all my police friend. I waiting tin I get some good evidence.”
Jones shot out a nimbus formation. “I waiting for a break in the orphan case. Ooo-wee!”
  Lana twisted up her coral lips and tried to imagine who had tipped off the police.