CHAPTER XMEXICAN STUFF
I drive along pretty slow for two reasons. First of all the night ain’t so bright as it could be an’ the road I am on is not so hot neither. Second I am turnin’ over in my mind the stuff that this Paulette dame has handed out, an’ it is sure one helluva story.
Maybe it’s true because believe me no dame with as much sense as Paulette has got is goin’ to spin a lotta hooey about takin’ two hundred grand off a guy like Granworth Aymes unless she was surely entitled to it.
An’ I feel pretty sorry for the husband—Rudy Benito. I get a picture of him all right. I can just imagine him stringin’ along with Paulette, playin’ second fiddle to her all the time an’ knowin’ that he had got T. B. an’ that it was goin’ to get him in the long run. I can sorta see this guy suddenly
