“Well,” I said, “it’s a good thing he was killed. He had it coming.”
“Donald, don’t talk like that.”
“Why not?”
“They’d hold it against you.”
“They’ve got plenty to hold against me now, but it’s not going to get them anywhere.”
“Didn’t the porter remember you, lover?”
“Apparently not.”
“How about your ticket?”
“They didn’t collect it.”
“Nor your Pullman reservation either?”