"Yeah, its fine, but I don't get the connection of the black eye and the apartment."
"It's just as well," said Evelyn. "The less you get, the better off you will both be."
"No kidding, Pearl—what is the gag—who is the sucker?"
"Oh, just a guy that thinks he is crazy about me, that's all."
"Now, Harry, I want to ask you something seriously," said Evelyn. "Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm not, but you might as well know—you will sooner or later—I been telling Pearl she is nuts, now let's see what you think."
"Let's hear it," answered Harry.
"Do you mind, Pearl?" asked Evelyn.
"No, I don't mind."
"Well, here's the story. You know that big guy they call Big Boy? You and he have been more less rivals for some time, and I know you are very good friends. You know the guy pretty well—you have seen him go on a rampage and wreck a place, then pay for it. Well—he's nuts for Pearl, and he is the one who gave her the black eye because she lied to him about last night, then he gave her a thousand bucks, and this apartment, and anything else she wants—now, what I'm coming to—this guy wants to marry her—I know that will floor you—and he means it. Pearl is taking all he can give her. Don't you think that if he is crazy about her, that if he catches her two-timing him he will go on such a rampage he might kill her?"
"Yes, that's right, Ev, that guy is a bad hombre—but why should he catch her?"