“Why — why, you’re working on a case. You’re — why, what would I do without you?”
“You’d get along. You said just the other day that before you knew me, you were able to run a legitimate agency. That since you’d employed me, you were always in hot water.”
“Why do you want to quit?” she asked, coming over to sit down where she could look at me.
“I’m going away.”
“Going away?”
“Yes.”
“Where? Why?”
“I don’t know where. I’m in love.”
“Well, why quit your job just because you’re in love?”
“Because I think it would be better.”