"What I want to know is how you ever managed it . I've been trying to get you out for ten years for a quiet drink. And now , on the one night , you insist on turning in early."
Look up, there! said Braling They both stared up through the dark air. A man about thirty five years old , with a touch of gray at either temple , sad gray eyes and a small thin mustache looked down at them "why that's you ! " said Smith 'sh-h-h-h not so loud!" Braling waved upward . the man in the window gestured significantly and vanished.
"Hold on here !" Braling cried "TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS IS MISSING!" He leaped up. "There's only five thousand left ! " "What's she done?" "What's Nettie done with it ?" More hats , more clothes , more perfume!
"And another thing. Your wife" "What about her?" asked Braling beginning to edge toward the door "I've grown quite fond of her" "I'm glad your enjoying your employment" Braling licked his lips nervously.
"I've always dreamed of going to Rio "
"I'm going to put you in the box , lock it and lose the key. Then I'll buy another Rio ticket for your wife " "Now , now wait a minute. hold on . Don't be rash . let's talk this over!" said Braling "Good-by, Braling " "What do you mean 'good-by'?"