"For one thing, they cant simply let anyone visit a prisoner."

"I think you could get into a lot of trouble," I said, and switched off a lamp; therewas no need of it now, morning was in the room and pigeons were gargling on thefire escape.

Maybe you could put it in a story with different names and whatnot. Listen, Fred,"

"And its as simple as that? For an hours conversation he gives you a hundreddollars?"

"I dont know. It doesnt sound right."

"He doesnt, the lawyer does. Mr. OShaughnessy mails it to me in cash as soon asI leave the weather report."

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"Not at all. I figured Bergdorf was trying to collect. But I took the gamble andwent to see this lawyer (if he is a lawyer, which I doubt, since he doesnt seem tohave an office, just an answering service, and he always wants to meet you inHamburg Heaven: thats because hes fat, he can eat ten hamburgers and two bowlsof r九*九*藏*书*网elish and a whole lemon meringue pie). He asked me how Id like to cheer up alonely old man, at the same time pick up a hundred a week. I told him look, darling,youve got the wrong Miss Golightly, Im not a nurse that does tricks on the side. Iwasnt impressed by the honorarium either; you can do as well as that on trips to thepowder room: any gent with the slightest chic will give you fifty for the girls john,and I always ask for cab fare too, thats another fifty. But then he told me his clientwas Sally Tomato. He said dear old Sally had long admired me à la distance, sowouldnt it be a good deed if I went to visit him once a week. Well, I couldnt: it wastoo romantic."

"I know you are. Thats why I want you to go to sleep. Becaus99lib•nete if I keep on, Illtell you about Sally. Im not sure that would be quite cricket." She chewed her hairsilently. "They never told me not to tell anyone. In so many words. And it is funny.

"Please. Im interested."

"Well," she said, with a mouthful of apple, "you may have read about him in thepapers. His name is Sally Tomato, and I speak Yiddish better than he speaks English;but hes a darling old man, terribly pious. Hed look like a monk if it werent for thegold teeth; he says he prays for me every night. Of course he was never my lover;as far as that goes, I never knew him until he was already in jail. But I adore himnow, after all Ive been going to see him every Thursday for seven months, and Ithink Id go even if http://www.99lib.nethe didnt pay me. This ones mushy," she said, and aimed therest of the apple out the window. "By the way, I did know Sally by sight. He used tocome to Joe Bells bar, the one around the corner: never talked to anybody, juststand there, like the kind of man who lives in hotel rooms. But its funny toremember back and realize how closely he must have been watching me, becauseright after they sent him up (Joe Bell showed me his picture in the paper. Blackhand.

"You thought somebody had left you a million?"

Mafia. All that mumbo jumbo: but they gave him five years) along came thistelegram from a lawyer. It said to contact him immediately for information to myadvantage."

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"There must be something in the law books about false identity. After all, yourenot his niece. And what about this weather report?"

I mean the kids the wives bring. It should be sad, seeing the kids there, but it isnt,they have ribbons in their hair and lots of shine on their shoes, youd think there wasgoing to be ice cream; and sometimes thats what its like in the visitors room, aparty. Anyway its not like the movies: you know, grim whisperings through a grille.

She smiled. "You think Im lying?"

Perhaps contortionists can kiss their elbow; she had to accept an approximation.

"How?" she said seriously.

"Oh, they dont. In fact they make quite a boring fuss. Im supposed to be hisniece."