His Kind of Woman Page #4

I'm afraid I have something rather

difficult to say to you.

I realize your reservation was arranged

by Mr. Arnold...

...and I'm not the man to question him.

- No, neither was I.

However, in the interest of my clientele,

I cannot avoid a certain curiosity about...

About my character?

Forgive me. I am a hotelkeeper.

Not at all. I welcome it.

Maybe it tells me something.

- I'm a professional gambler.

- Who isn't?

But I'm not down here on business.

I just came down for a sunbath.

Don't take too much the first day.

No.

I just thought it would be nicer

if we understood each other.

We'll keep it very nice.

Well, Morro, how about some gin rummy?

I'm sorry, but I can't spare the time.

- How about you?

- Don't play.

He doesn't play gin rummy.

That's incredible.

- What's your card game?

- I don't play at all.

Well, then I can leave you

two gentlemen alone. Excuse me, please.

- Give me a glass of beer.

- Yes, sir.

- You're Milner, aren't you?

- Yeah.

I'm Winton.

Phipps and Winton Investment Brokers.

I bury my money in the ground.

Seems I've heard of you, Milner.

Well, must be another Milner.

Yeah, that's your best guess.

You came down on a plane

with a girl named Lenore Brent.

- You know her?

- Yeah, I met her at St. Moritz last winter.

I guess that's where it got started

with Cardigan.

You haven't heard about the thing

with Mark Cardigan?

I've never even heard

of Mark Cardigan.

You know, one thing about me, Milner,

I always know when I'm being kidded.

Scratch this time.

You're probably wondering

what a man like myself...

...is doing in an odd place like this.

- No.

Well, I'm hiding from business...

...and it is a rather inaccessible place

down here, you know.

Yes, but why odd?

Well, it isn't the place,

it's the people.

Now, you see that man over there?

His name is Martin Krafft.

He's supposed to be a writer,

but all he does is play chess.

- What's odd about that?

- He doesn't play anybody.

- Maybe he hates to lose.

- Never thought of it that way.

What's with that little blond over there?

She is pretty, isn't she?

- And scared to death.

- Of the kid with her?

No. That's her husband, so she said.

It's just that there's something in the air.

You know what I mean?

You'll excuse me, won't you?

I always take a nap before dinner.

Do you sleep with your eyes open

or shut?

It's worth trying, anyhow.

- Can I order you something?

- What?

My, we're so nervous. What's wrong?

Nothing. I'm all right.

It might help to talk about it.

- No, please.

- Look, I've got a problem too.

Maybe we could help each other.

We just should never have

come down here.

All right, let's talk about that.

Why shouldn't you?

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