What next ?
Me pardon, madame.
Who is it from ?
The American Embassy.
Please drop by my office tomorrow at noon-thirty.
I am anxious to discuss the matter of your husband’s death.
I bluffed the old man out of the last pot with a pair of deuces.
What’s so depressing about that ?
Well, I mean, if I can do it, what are the Russians doing to him ?
Is anything wrong, Miss Tompkins ?
Er. Miss Tompkins isn’t here.
Oh, I’m sorry.
My secretary must have gone to lunch.
Er, you are, er ?
Mrs. Lampert, Mrs. Charles Lampert.
Oh, yes. Please, come in, Mrs. Lampert.
Excuse me for a moment, Mrs. Lampert.
It’s a stubborn little devil.
Dry cleaning-wise, things are all fouled up.
I had a good man, a really excellent man, on the Rue Ponthieu,
but H.Q. asked us to use the plant here in the building, to ease the gold outflow.
Mr. Bartholomew, are you quite sure you know who I am ?
You are Charles Lampert’s widow, yes ?
I’m very sorry.
Last time I send out a tie only the spot came back.
Voila, as they say.
Won’t you sit down ? Mrs. Lampert.