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 "Well, actually, it's the Packer's Inn, Forty-seventh and Ashland. Right in the middle of the Stockyards and all—"

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The Professor still thinks he's having a discussion with a peer and an equal. As if Scarsdale expected an answer to his question. As if Scarsdale had any idea, or even cared, about Heino's accommodations. He just wanted to let Heino know that Scarsdale knew he was staying at a shabby hotel. Heino, not picking up on this, simply clarifies the point by admitting the location of his current domicile is in the middle of The Stockyards. Heino says this without shame because he doesn't realize the game Scarsdale is playing. Just as I wouldn't!

This sentence ends in an em dash because Heino is being interrupted by Scarsdale (or some other jerk rich guy in the dark room). Because, remember, Scarsdale wasn't actually asking the question in the expectation of an answer. He's simply controlling and manipulating the space to exert his power.

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 "They treating you all right over at the Stockmen's Hotel?" the magnate inquired.

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I'm assuming "the magnate" is Scarsdale Vibe because I think I know how books work. He's asking this question not because he cares about the answer but because he wants to rub it in that Heino is staying at some working class hotel probably full of immigrants. I tried to look up the Stockmen's Hotel but thanks to the Stockmen's Hotel and Casino in Elko, Nevada, it's practically impossible to find anything else on the Internet in the full minute I was willing to bother. But I'm sure the name derives from the people who stay there: workers at The Stockyards who have maybe only recently arrived in Chicago, or who are itinerant, probably husbands needing work who have travelled to one of the few places they could find a job to send money back home to the family.

Scarsdale Vibe would be basking in the chasm created between the two men's statuses by this simple question asked within the confines of his expensive and luxurious room at the Palmer House, complete with its own elevator and telephone (probably!).

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 No one had offered to take Professor Vanderjuice's hat, so he held it in his lap, as an insecure actor might a "prop."

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Who in this meeting of rich assholes gives a shit about anybody but themselves? Of course nobody offered to take his hat. Besides, withholding some social convention that's expected in particular situations is how rich and powerful jerks fuck with the poor and powerless masses. Not that I'm one for simply acting out stupid and arbitrary social conventions. But at least I'm awkwardly refusing to shake your hand for stupid bullshit personal reasons and not as a power play! But then you'd probably guess that by the way I continued to avoid eye contact and the scruffy, immature outfit I had chosen to dress myself in for an important meeting. In this particular case, I probably would have initially gone out without a hat and then never even noticed the "don't have anybody take his hat" power play!