“I think you’d better keep away from him,” Juden said, shaking his head. “He could get you on the blacklist if he wanted to.” He got to his feet, scratched his head and then said, “Before I go, wasn’t there something about a story? Wasn’t that why I came down?”
“Yeah,” I said. “But, now I’m out, I’m sticking to that story. Catch me making a present of anything to Maddox.”
“That’s not the way to go on,” Juden said. “If you’ve got a story, you’d better let me have it.”
“Not now. Maybe, later.”
He studied my face and decided that it was no use pressing me. “Okay,” he said, “I’ll be getting along.” He looked over at Myra, frowned, and ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know what to make of her,” he said, almost as if he were talking to himself. “You wouldn’t have a twin, would you?” he asked her hopefully.
“No,” Myra said. “Then, I just give up. You can waste a lot of time with a problem like this. Time’s money to me.”
“Well, so long, P.J.,” I said, shaking hands. “If I’m broke I’ll look you up.”
“Sure, anything like that.”
“Okay. Keep out of hospital.”
“Sure, last time I was in there, I took a turn for the nurse,” he returned and went off laughing like a hyena.