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"Our first born," said Heineman with a wave of the hand. The streets were deserted. A thin ray of moonlight, bursting now and then through the heavy clouds, lit up low houses and roughly- cobbled streets and the flights of steps with rare dim lamps bracketed in house walls that led up to the Butte. There was a gendarme in front of the door of the Lapin Agile.
"Hello, Andy...late as hell.... I'm sorry," said Henslowe, dropping down into a chair beside them. Andrews introduced Walters, the rabbit man took off his hat, bowed to the company and went off, making the rabbit hop before him along the edge of the curbstone. "What's happened to Heineman?" "Here he comes now," said Henslowe. An open cab had driven up to the curb in front of the cafe.
I'm cold as hell," said Heineman crossly, and they filed in through the revolving door, followed by a waiter with their drinks. "I've been in the Red Cross all afternoon, Andy.... I think I am going to work that Roumania business.... Want to come?" said Henslowe in Andrews' ear.
"Hell, no.... I've got five hundred dollars' worth of Russian bonds that girl Vera gave me.... But worth five million, ten million, fifty million if the Czar gets back.... I'm backing the little white father," cried Heineman. "Anyway Moki says he's alive; that Savaroffs got him locked up in a suite in the Ritz.... And Moki knows." "Moki knows a damn lot, I'll admit that," said Henslowe.
Then Andrews heard him add, talking to a man he had not seen before, "Come along Aubrey, I'll introduce you later." They climbed further up the hill. There was a scent of wet gardens in the air, entirely silent except for the clatter of their feet on the cobbles. Heineman was dancing a sort of a jig at the head of the procession.
"O Sinbad was in bad all around," chanted Heineman. "But no one's given me anything to drink," he said suddenly in a petulant voice. "Garcon, une bouteille de Macon, pour un Cadet de Gascogne.... What's the next? It ends with vergogne. You've seen the play, haven't you? Greatest play going.... Seen it twice sober and seven other times." "Cyrano de Bergerac?" "That's it.
"Hello, Heinz! Mr. Andrews, Mr. Heineman," said Henslowe. "Glad to meet you," said Heineman in a jovially hoarse voice. "You guys seem to be overeating, to reckon by the way things are piled up on the table." Through the hoarseness Andrews could detect a faint Yankee tang in Heineman's voice. "You'd better sit down and help us," said Henslowe. "Sure....D'you know my name for this guy?"
For brief reading: WESTERMARCK, History of Human Marriage, Chaps. I-VI. HOWARD, History of Matrimonial Institutions, Vol. I, Chaps. I-III HEINEMAN, Physical Basis of Civilization, Chaps. For more extended reading: CRAWLEY, The Mystic Rose: A Study of Primitive Marriage. GEDDES AND THOMSON, Evolution of Sex. LETOURNEAU, The Evolution of Marriage. MORGAN, Ancient Society.
In it sat Heineman with a broad grin on his face and beside him a woman in a salmon-colored dress, ermine furs and an emerald-green hat. The cab drove off and Heineman, still grinning, walked up to the table. "Where's the lion cub?" asked Henslowe. "They say it's got pneumonia." "Mr. Heineman. Mr. Walters."
"That's two things I'm going to keep away from in Paris; drink and women.... And you can't have one without the other," said Walters. "True enough.... You sure do need them both," said Heineman.
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