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it will get her out of my hair. I gotta fresh one lined up.
For some moments I looked at him in a daze. He evi-
dently mistook my expression. "Aw, sure, She's game for
anything. You'll have plenty of fun."
"No!" I exclaimed, "I will not take that woman with
me. I would not stay in the same car with her. If you dis-
trust me, let us call it off, or you can send a man, or two
men, but no woman."
He leaned back in his chair and roared, opening his
mouth wide; the display of gold reminded me of the Golden
Objects on display in Temples of Tibet. His cigar fell to the
floor and became extinguished in a shower of sparks. "That
dame," he said when he could finally speak, "she costs me
five hundred bucks a week. I offer to give her to you for the
trip and you refuse. Well, ain't that sump'n!"
Two days later the papers were ready. My photograph
had been fixed on, and friendly officials had carefully
examined the papers and covered them with official seals
as necessary. The great Mercedes was gleaming in the
Italian sunlight. I checked, as always, the fuel, oil and
water, got in and started the engine. As I drove off the
American gave me a friendly wave.
At the Swiss border, the officials very carefully inspected
the papers which I presented. Then they turned their
attention to the car. A probe into