They Won't Believe Me Page #4

I'm perfectly capable of

taking care of my own affairs.

I've been in the brokerage business

for a long time.

So have I.

It just so happens that you're

not one of the partners.

- Thanks. Do you have another copy?

- Sure.

How'd you happen to think of it?

I heard Mr. Trenton on the telephone.

You move like greased lightning.

What did you do with the original?

Special messenger to Mr. Boyd's office.

My recommendations I trust

were up to the usual standards.

They were even better.

What kind of perfume do you like?

That, Mr. Ballantine, was for free.

- Why?

- Because I wanted to.

Well if there's anything I can do.

Of course careful of toes I'm not.

I hate buses.

I thought Trenton had the franchise.

Sometimes it's busy.

Okay.

Sometimes when he's busy.

Right over there, Mr. Ballantine.

- Hello.

- Hello.

I didn't know

Trenton was working tonight.

He isn't.

Where do you live?

Not far from where you live.

Where do you think that is?

838 Benedict Canyon.

A two-story Monterey house

with a swimming pool and a tennis court.

$500 a month rent. Two servants.

See if this doesn't beat

any bar in town.

Thanks.

Pretty fancy layout.

It's not bad.

Wondering how I handle it on my

struggling Ballantine's salary?

No.

But now that you mention it.

How do you?

That might be an embarrassing question.

Suppose I withdraw it.

You don't have to.

I share expenses with another girl,

Susan Haines.

She's a dietitian.

Makes more money than I do.

Is she prettier than you too?

She looks exactly like a dietitian.

- Do you like it?

- Fine.

But where's the profit?

What do you mean? Profit?

You can't just be giving these away?

And after all that talk

about how much things cost.

How much rent people pay.

How much money they make.

Look. The only thing I'm interested

in is how much people spend.

There's a name

for that kind of interest.

Sure, gold digger.

I read a poem once in high school.

Something about

gathering rosebuds while you can.

Instead of rosebuds, I gather orchids.

Fair enough.

But that still doesn't

answer my question.

The cost of that will be included in

the nice dinner you're going to buy me.

Lady, you made a bad investment.

I eat my own orchids.

And I eat them at home.

That's where I should be right now.

May I use your phone?

Right over there.

Hello, Mary.

Is Mrs. Ballantine home yet?

She won't?

Well.

In that case,

I'll have dinner downtown.

Greta is out.

She had a meeting at the welfare league.

I must've forgotten

to give you the message.

I discovered that what

went with orchids

is a game of hide and seek with fate.

Played in offbeat nightclubs.

Out-of-the-way bars.

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