"G'eat pleasuh an' honnuh," the Shroff beamed. He shook hands with Gabby, then redid his shirt.
"What's a Shroff, please?" Gabby asked. "Is it something I should know?"
"Oh no. No, Issa Chinese p'ofesshun. Bankuh. Yes? Money changuh."
"How do you mean?"
"Oh yes. Silvuh into dolluh. 'Me'ican dolluh into Chinese dolluh. Papuh dolluh into silvuh." The Shroff transferred his attention to Lennox. "You put it all down. Inna liddy ole book when I te'l you Satuhday."
"In this?" Lennox took out his gimmick book.
"Yes. Yes."
"I don't remember," Lennox said. "To tell the truth, Mr. Fu, I hardly remember Saturday night at all. That's why I'm here. It's a wonderful break meeting you again. Can you help me remember?"
"Oh-ho?" The Shroff made a drinking gesture. "Yes?"
"Yes."