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. I think Gwen was
relieved. I know I was. Our problem child had become a major pain in the Khyber.
I had to remind myself that he had saved Auntie to see anything good about him.
A few minutes later we entered the local Sloppy Joe. I was looking around
for a free table for two when Gwen squeezed my arm. I looked up, then looked
where she was looking.
Bill was at the cashier's station, paying a check. He was doing so with a
twenty-five-crown note.
We waited. When he turned around he saw us-and looked ready to run. But
there was nowhere to run except past us.
We got him outside without a scene. In the corridor Gwen looked at him, her
face cold with disgust. "Bill, where did you get that money?"
He looked at her, looked away. "It's mine."
"Oh, nonsense. You left Golden Rule without a farthing. Any money you have
you got from me- You lied to me last night-you held out on me."
Bill looked doggedly stubborn, said nothing. So I said, "Bill, go back to
your room. After we've had breakfast we'll see you there. And we'll have the
truth out of you."
He looked at me with barely restrained fury. "Senator, this ain't none of
your pidgin!"
"We'll see. Go back to the Raffles. Come, Gwen."
"But I want Bill to return my money. Now!"
"After breakfast. This time let's do it my way. Are you coming?"
Gwen shut up and we went back into the restaurant
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