 Not your money, not your money. Mine. I've got enough to pay you off every penny. It's the bet she's absconded with, one of the shrewdest schemes I'd ever hatched, and she has to throw the queer in it. Listen to her note. She says, and I'm leaving five for your end, Harry. That'll be enough to pay for a long-distance phone call to tell me what you think of me. I'll be in New York tonight, but after that, who knows where I'll be. Love, Jenny.