"O. K., we will have another drink, but Pearl, you are only fooling yourself--you may say to Hell with them for now, but when you get up today, you will feel different about them. I know--I've said the same thing every night for the past five years. You can't settle it like that--if it were only possible to settle one's feelings like that it would make a lot of difference in people's lives--tomorrow you will go on thinking you can see Harry every night, and how you can chisel Big Boy at the same time, without the other being positive of just what you are doing--Honey, I know what I'm talking about. Five years ago, when I came to this border, I was the toast of the town--I know I don't look it, but I was sure a looker in those days, and I had my way any time I wanted it--but I was just like you--I was going to make a pile of dough, and make a getaway while I could, and marry some good, honest, quiet guy that would never suspect me of having been what I was. Yeah--I was foolish, but--I guess we are all foolish like that at times--Oh, God, if I could only call back those five years, what wouldn't I give, but what's the use, I've drawn my own cards, it's up to me to play them. You say you want to get out of this--then you take the money you have, and what I've got, and you catch the first train--don't wait--don't wait for anything--most of all, don't wait for your own thoughts to catch up with you--just go and go quick, but you won't--what's the use--Oh, what's the use." "You're right, Ev, what's the use? But there's one thing--I'm going to do the thing I originally planned; I'm one Hooker that's going to get the dough and make the getaway. I'm going to do just what you suggested--I'm going to see Harry every time I can, and I'm going to get all I can off Big Boy--come on, let's get some sleep." "Honey, I'm for you hook, line and sinker. I'll also take the bottle and put it under the pillow in case I wake up thirsty." "You know, Ev, I've only known you for a little over twenty-four hours, but it seems I've known you for years, and you're a damn good scout--good night." "Good night, kid," said Evelyn, as she took a nip from the bottle. They went to bed, to sleep the sleep of the just, and the hours slipped by as though they were seconds, until-- "My God, what is that, a fire alarm?" asked Evelyn, as she raised up in bed. Pearl was still sleeping. "It's that damn phone," growled Mickey, as she stumbled to it. "Who the Hell could be calling at this time of night--or day? Hello--what do you want? What? Oh, it's you, Tony--what's up? Oh, yeah, have they been able to trace the car, do you think? Do you think they will trace you? Thanks, Tony, I'll see you later," as she hung up. "What's up," yelled Evelyn, from the bed.