“When does the next ferry leave?”
“Better have another drink on that.... Hay Charlie fill ’em up.”
Emile pulled at Congo’s elbow. “Come outside a sec. J’ai que’quechose a te dire.” Congo’s eyes were wet, he staggered a little as he followed Emile into the outer bar. “O le p’tit mysterieux.”
“Look here, I’ve got to go call on a lady friend.”
“Oh that’s what’s eating you is it? I always said you was a wise guy Emile.”
“Look, here’s my address on a piece of paper in case you forget it: 945 West 22nd. You can come and sleep there if you’re not too pickled, and dont you bring any friends or women or anything. I’m in right with the landlady and I dont want to spoil it.... Tu comprends.”
“But I wanted you to come on a swell party.... Faut faire un peu la noce, nom de dieu!...”
“I got to work in the morning.”
“But I got eight months’ pay in my pocket....
“Anyway come round tomorrow at about six. I’ll wait for you.”