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Lying there waiting for someone to steal it, find Clarence’s address and—

My God, I thought, no!

“Child,” said Constance, “let’s get you a drink!”

Thea bill to his last customers The eye in the back of his head read us and he turned His face exploded with delight when he saw Constance But alht went out After all, I was bad news I had been there outside on the night when the Beast had been accosted by Clarence

The ed across the rooers, hungrily Constance threw her head back and laughed

“It’s no use, Ricardo I sold o!”

“You remember me?” he asked, astonished

“Ricardo Lopez, also known as Sam Kahn?”

“But then, as Constance Rattigan?”

“I burned my birth certificate with my underpants” Constance pointed at me “This is—”

“I know, I know” Lopez ignored me

Constance laughed again, for he was still holding her hand “Ricardo here was an MGM swiirls a day drowned so he could pump them back to life Ricardo, lead on”

We were seated I could not take ht this and gave the corkscrew on the wine bottle a vicious twist

“I was only an audience,” I said, quietly

“Yes, yes,” he muttered, as he poured for Constance to taste “It was that stupid other one”