 Okay, what's the next thing you remember? Archie, dear. Yeah? Didn't my father go over this whole business with Mr. Wolfe? I suppose he did. Then do we have to do it again? There must be some reason why he wanted me to take you to a nightclub. Because I might say something I haven't already said a hundred times? Maybe. What's the next thing you remember after your mother put you to bed in a strange city? Archie, I have a confession to make. This I believe. Go ahead. Ten million dollars is a lot of money. So I've been told.