“Oh it’s all in the day’s work,” said Jimmy. “What gives me gooseflesh is the armies mobilizing, Belgrade bombarded, Belgium invaded ... all that stuff. I just cant imagine it.... They’ve killed Jaures.” “Who’s he?”
“A French Socialist.”
“Those goddam French are so goddam degenerate all they
can do is fight duels and sleep with each other’s wives. I bet the Germans are in Paris in two weeks.”
“It couldn’t last long,” said Framingham, a tall ceremonious man with a whispy blond moustache who sat beside Hunter.
“Well I’d like to get an assignment as warcorrespondent.”
“Say Jimmy do you know this French guy who’s barkeep here?”
“Congo Jake? Sure I know him.”
“Is he a good guy?”
“He’s swell.”