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тАЬYou don't wants read it, huh?тАЭ he said. тАЬI guess you know what it is, don't you? I guess you been
expecting this, haven't you?тАЭ

I moved around to the windward side of him. His breath smelled like a can of fish that had been open too
long, or maybe it was just him.

тАЬLet's skip the personal touch,тАЭ I said.

тАЬYou want,тАЭ he asked, тАЬto do anything about it? In cases like this, ifтАФтАЭ

тАЬNever mind.тАЭ

тАЬAre you sureтАФтАЭ

тАЬI'm sure,тАЭ I said. тАЬI was never surer of anything. What do they pay you for? To give me an argument?тАЭ

He nodded. тАЬI thought probably you wouldn't,тАЭ he said. тАЬWhen they're as good-looking as you are, they
don't usually give a damn. You take a homely one, they don't get things as easy, and they got a different
attitude. They value things more.тАЭ

тАЬWhat is this?тАЭ

тАЬWhat is what? Whatcha mean?тАЭ

I said, тАЬSkip it,тАЭ in a tired voice. And he looked at my car, at my beautiful car. It was a roadster, a
convertible, one of those convertible station wagons. It was not two months old and there was not a
flashier job in town, not in the whole city. Only it wasn't my car any longer. I was beginning to see that.
And he said, тАЬYou got anything personal in the iron? Anything you want to get out?тАЭ

Calling a car like that an iron was a sin.

тАЬNo,тАЭ I said.

So he got in my car. He drove it away. He was from the finance company. But at least it seemed they
could have sent a clean man.

That was the first of two bad things that happened. The second bad thing wasn't long followingтАФmy
hotel suite door had a trick gadget in the lock. The hotel had put it there. It was one of those gimmicks
they put in the lock of a guest's room when the guest hasn't paid. A French key.

I remembered that the elevator boy'd had a funny look on his face as I rode up.

And I was a little surprised at the Afton House. The hotel was, although Afton House wasn't a fancy
name, one of those luxury places. I was payingтАФor wasn't payingтАФforty-six dollars a day for
parlor-bedroom-bath suite. The minimum single rate was, I understood, fourteen dollars. And these had
been the Afton House rates back during the depression and the pre-war days, which gives an idea. So I
was surprised that they would be so hoc genus homme as to put a French key in a guest's lock. It was
not only old-fashioned, but it was worthy of a three-fifty-a-day hotel.