“Kostasch had reserved a suite in a hotel opposite mine. "It's the best suite in the hotel, Jerome," explained Kostasch. The business with the girls had visibly shaken him. Jerome was in a quarrelsome mood. "You call me Mr. Wilson! I don't call you Herbert, do I?" "All right, Mr. Wilson. Sorry, Mr. WUson." Oh, Kostasch! Oh, money! "The view is terrific!" "You mean the rooms face the street?" "" . "Naturally! You can see the ships and the—^" "It's no good. Street noise keeps me awake.... I want a suite facing the rear." The only available suite did not please Jerome. "Great rathole. Thanks a lot, Mr. Kostasch. Thank you very much." At least he talked to Kostasch. He had completely ignored me. From time to time he gave me a deprecating glance. Kostasch tried everything to placate him. He didn't want a rest, did not want to eat or have a drink. All he wanted was to talk business. Now. It was unbelievable!MoreLessRead More Read Less
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