“That’s white. You were always a white man, Dick. I feel like a skunk. I knew I couldn’t put it over, with the three of you at my elbow. What the devil got into me?”
“Any funds?”
“Enough to get me down to Singapore. Where do you want me to hang out?”
“Suit yourself. You’re out of this play—and it’s my last.”
“You’re quitting the big game?”
“Yes. What’s left of my schedule I’m going to run out on my own. So we probably won’t meet 39 again for a long time, Morrissy. Here’s a couple of hundred to add to your store. If we find the beads I’ll send your share wherever you say.”
“Might as well be Naples. They’re off me in the States.”
“All right. Cook’s or the American Express?”
“Address me the Milan direct.”
Cunningham nodded.