"Who he?"

by Alfred Bester

"You'll have to."

"All right. I will." Gabby arose. "I'll bring the money tomorrow afternoon."

"Not you. Him."

"He may not be able to come. I'll bring the money. That won't make any difference, will it?"

"Either he brings it himself or it's no deal." Aimee insisted. She looked at Gabby malevolently.

"Why?"

"Never mind why. He brings it himself. He hands it to me like a gentleman, and he asks me extra polite like a gentleman to do him a favor and give him back the letter. Extra polite or it's no deal."

"Then I can't trust you."

"You can trust me if he behaves himself."

Gabby hesitated. At last she said: "He can't do that, Aimee. We can't let him find out he's been writing those letters ... not now. Please understand."