Jimmy took a long drink. "I went out with a man I know who's shiek of all the French and Italian bootleggers. He's a fine man. He's got a cork leg. He set me up to a swell feed and real Italian wine out in a deserted poolroom on the shores of Sheepshead Bay. . . ."
"By the way," asked Roy, "where's Helena."
"Dent interrupt Roy," said Alice. "This is good . . . and besides you should never ask a man where his wife is."
"Then there was a lot of flashing of signal lights and stuff and a motorboat loaded down with Mumm's extra dry champagne for Park Avenue Christmases came in and the hijackers arrived on a speedboat. . . . It probably was a hydroplane it came so fast . . ."
"My this is exciting," cooed Alice. ". . . Roy why dont you take up bootlegging?"
"Worst fight I ever saw outside of
