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love in the end.” Now that’s a hard way of thinking. There’s more to the proverb. “Human nature is eternal. “Therefore, one who follows his nature keeps his original nature Radio ” Radio in the end.” Lover? Yes? Aren’t you glad I talked Michael into coming along, Lover? He must have changed his mind about me. Faith, Mr. Bannister, I’ve already told your wife. I never make up my mind about anything at all Radio until it’s over and done with. I’d like to, but I can’t deny that Mr. Bannister Radio did try to give his wife the things she wanted. She’d said once that she liked picnics. We were on our way up the Mexican coast Radio when he decided to stop and give her one. Well, Mr. Bannister’s picnic party was most typical of him. A lot of trouble and a great deal of money went into it, but Radio it was no more a picnic than Bannister was a man. When you hear what I got for you, you’ll say you bought it cheap. We’ve worked a lot of cases together. I’ll be sorry if we make this the last. There’s a plot against my life, correct? I’ll be murdered. That’s the information you’re peddling? I’m going to be killed. Why, Sid, don’t you think I know about it? All about it? Now, leave me alone. I want to enjoy myself. Michael. I found out about Broome. I tried to tell you. He isn’t a steward. He isn’t a good one. He’s a detective. My husband hires him to watch me. He wants to fix it so I’ll never divorce him. So he can divorce you? I haven’t a cent. He wants to cut me off without a cent. Does that matter? It shouldn’t. I told you, sweet, you don’t know anything about the world. Well, lately, I’ve been rounding out my education. I’ll say this much for you, Arthur, when you give a picnic, it’s a picnic. Time for another, Arthur? Time for another. You know what? Michael still insists Radio What? I beg your pardon? I said, what? Michael still insists on quitting. Why shouldn’t he? No, I think Arthur ought to try and make him stay. If he wants to go, let him. But George likes to have him around. Michael’s so big and strong. He makes a good bodyguard for you. Isn’t that what you said, George? I don’t need one. That’s right. Not even a big strong bodyguard? Don’t make another drink. With an Irish brogue? He’s had enough. George thinks Michael’s fallen for you. And that makes me unhappy, George hopes. But George is wrong again. Now, Arthur, I didn’t say anything about Michael and Elsa. Make me another drink, George. Another Grisby special coming up. You know, you’re a stupid fool, George. You ought to realise, I don’t mind it a bit Radio if Michael’s in love with my wife. He’s young. She’s young. He’s strong. She’s beautiful. Sit down, darling. Where’s your sense of humour? I don’t have to listen to you talk like that. Yes, you do, Lover. Now, Arthur, you leave Elsa alone. Come to think of it Radio why doesn’t Michael want to work for us? Why should he? Why should anyone want to live around us? Where’s his sense of adventure? Excuse me, sir. He’s over there eating. Tell Michael to step over here for a moment. Aye, sir. Hey, Mike. They want to see you over there, Mr. Bannister and them. Well, Michael. Well, Mr. Bannister. My wife’s lost her sense of humour. You’ve lost your sense of adventure. Sit down. Have a drink. Give him a drink, George, and don’t look so shocked. Michael may not be in the social register, but then Radio neither are you, anymore. Is this what you do for amusement in the evenings: Sit around toasting marshmallows and call each other names? Sure, if you’re so anxious for me to join the game, I’d be glad to. I can think of a few names I’d like to be calling you, myself. But, Michael, that isn’t fair. You’re bound to lose the contest. We’ll have to give you a handicap, Michael. You should know what George knows about me Radio for instance, if you really want to call me names. And, Michael, if you think George’s story is interesting Radio you ought to hear the one about how Elsa Radio got to be my wife. Do you want me to tell him what you’ve got on me, Arthur? You know, once, off the hump of Brazil Radio I saw the ocean so darkened with blood, it was black Radio and the sun fainting away over the lip of the sky. We put in at Fortaleza Radio and a few of us had lines out for a bit of idle fishing. It was me who had the first strike. A shark it was, and then there was another, and another shark again Radio till all about the sea was made of sharks Radio and more sharks still, and no water at all. My shark had torn himself from the hook Radio and the scent, or maybe the stain it was, and him bleeding his life away Radio drove the rest of them mad. Then the beasts took to eating each other. In their frenzy, they ate at themselves. You could feel the lust of murder, like a wind stinging your eyes Radio and you could smell the death reeking up out of the sea. I never saw anything worse, until this little picnic tonight. And do you know, there wasn’t one of them sharks Radio in the whole crazy pack that survived. I’ll be leaving you now. George, that’s the first time anyone ever thought enough Radio of you to call you a shark.



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