“Some guy blabbed maybe,” said Cardinale. “If I find out who it is, by God I’ll ...” he made a popping noise with his lips.
“You see Meester ’Erf,” said Congo in his suave voice again, “it was all champagne for the holidays.... Very valuable cargo eh?” Annette, her cheeks very red sat still looking at Johnny with parted lips and toobright eyes. Herf found himself blushing as he looked at her.
He got to his feet. “Well I must be getting back to the big city. Thank’s for the feed and the melodrama, Congo.”
“You find station all right?”
“Sure.”
“Goodnight Meester ’Erf, maybe you buy case of champagne for Christmas, genuine Mumms.”
“Too darn broke Congo.”
“Then maybe you sell to your friends an I give you commission.”
“All right I’ll see what I can do.”
“I’ll phone you tomorrow to tell price.”