Louis. Well, he's
got a big job with the American Express in Paris--European Advertising
Manager or something like that--he's been crazy to have either of us come
over ever since that idea of the three of us getting an apartment on the
_Rive Gauche_ fell through. Well, he says, if I can come over, he'll get
me some sort of a job--not much to go on at first but they want people who
are willing to stay--enough to live on anyway--I want to get out of the
country, Ted."
"Should think you would. Good Lord--Paris! Why you lucky, lucky Indian!"
says Ted affectionately. "When'll you leave?" "Don't know. He said cable
him if I really decided--think I will. They need men and I can get a fair
enough letter from Vanamee. I've been thinking it over ever since the
letter came--wondering if I'd take it. Think I will now. Well."
"Well, I wish I was going along, Crowe."
And this time Oliver is really able to smile.
"No, you don't."
"Oh well--but, honestly--well, no, I suppose I don't. And I suppose
_that's_ something you know all about, too, you--private detective!"
"Private detective! Why, you poor ass, if you haven't noticed how I've
been playing godmother to you all the way through this house-party--"
"I have.
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