“Any others?”
“You mean fancies?”
“No—straight, decent women, who may live around here and who come regularly in for their meals.”
“Oh, yes—but they don't stay long. And then”—he nodded toward the group—“they don't want 'em to stay—no money in grub. Just a bluff they've put up.”
“Have you come across your wife since I saw you?”
“No, and don't want to. I've got all over that. A man's a damn fool to get crazy over a woman, and a bigger damn fool to keep worryin' when she goes back on him. They ain't wuth it, none on 'em.”
“What became of the man she went off with?”
“Got tired and chucked her, after he made a tank of her. That's what they all do.”
“Have you ever tried to find her?”
“What for?”