“Donald, are you serious?”
“Of course.”
“You realize what you’re saying?”
“Naturally.”
“You mean that you’re going to give up your job simply to make a play for a little tart who plugs slot machines for a living, and who was living with a broken-down prize fighter?”
“We’ll leave her out of it.”
“Don’t ever kid yourself, all she’s in love with is your pay check. You quit your job, and she’ll give you the air.”
“Not that girl. You see, she knows who murdered Harry Beegan.”
Bertha Cool said, “Now, listen, lover, you know as well as I do that— She what!”
“Knows who murdered Harry Beegan.”