“Of course I do Congo, of course I do, but what the hell am I going to do about it?”
“Well when you need a little money remember Armand Duval.... Want a chaser?”
Herf shook his head. “I’ve got to chase myself.... So long Armand.”
In the colonnaded marble hall he ran into Nevada Jones. She was wearing orchids. “Hullo Nevada, what are you doing in this palace of sin?”
“I live here, what do you think?... I married a friend of yours the other day, Armand Duval. Want to come up and see him?”
“Just been.... He’s a good scout.”
“He sure is.”
“What did you do with little Tony Hunter?”
She came close to him and spoke in a low voice. “Just forget about me and him will you?... Gawd the boy’s breath’d knock you down.... Tony’s one of God’s mistakes, I’m through with him.... Found him chewing the edges of the rug rolling on the floor of the dressing room one day because he was afraid he was going to be unfaithful
to me with an acrobat.... I told him he’d better go and be it and we busted up right there.... But honest I’m out for connubial bliss this time, right on the level, so for God’s sake dont let anybody spring anything about Tony or about Baldwin either on Armand ... though he knows he wasnt hitching up to any plaster virgin.... Why dont you come up and eat with us?”