I don't want to talk to anybody. Who's Ben Griesheimer?
He's the head man at L.L.B. That's my lot. On second thought I'd better not stop for you. . . . Imperia might ask questions. You can pick me up at the Ambassador, but don't use Imperia's car. Call a taxi.
Call a taxi?
Yes, tomorrow at eleven. I'll make the appointment with Griesheimer. He'll always make time to see any one important. Are you set?
I want to go home.
Mr. Deacon, you'll never get home unless you follow my advice. Imperia won't let you go until you see Schwarzstein and I assure you that Schwarzstein will keep you hanging around here for months.
I want to go home, Ambrose repeated doggedly.
Auburn Six laughed. Mr. Deacon, you are delicious. I wish we had more men of your temperament out here. We'll send you home on the first train after you've seen Griesheimer. He'll sign you up and then you may go to Asia or anywhere you please to write your story.
I don't want to go to Asia. I want to go to New Mexico to see my friend.
Well, that's all the better: only a day from here.
