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"
Who
was
Mad
Anthony
Wayne
?
"
Baby
asked
suspiciously
.
"
Mad
Anthony
Wayne
?
"
"
I
think
there
’
s
enough
madness
in
this
affair
.
"
He
shook
his
head
hopelessly
,
just
as
Nicole
came
out
on
the
hotel
terrace
and
looked
around
for
them
.
"
He
was
too
mad
to
leave
as
much
money
as
Marshall
Field
,
"
he
said
.
"
That
’
s
all
very
well
—
"
Baby
was
right
and
she
knew
it
.
Face
to
face
,
her
father
would
have
it
on
almost
any
clergyman
.
They
were
an
American
ducal
family
without
a
title
—
the
very
name
written
in
a
hotel
register
,
signed
to
an
introduction
,
used
in
a
difficult
situation
,
caused
a
psychological
metamorphosis
in
people
,
and
in
return
this
change
had
crystallized
her
own
sense
of
position
.
She
knew
these
facts
from
the
English
,
who
had
known
them
for
over
two
hundred
years
.
But
she
did
not
know
that
twice
Dick
had
come
close
to
flinging
the
marriage
in
her
face
.
All
that
saved
it
this
time
was
Nicole
finding
their
table
and
glowing
away
,
white
and
fresh
and
new
in
the
September
afternoon
.
How
do
you
do
,
lawyer
.
We
’
re
going
to
Como
tomorrow
for
a
week
and
then
back
to
Zurich
.
That
’
s
why
I
wanted
you
and
sister
to
settle
this
,
because
it
doesn
’
t
matter
to
us
how
much
I
’
m
allowed
.
We
’
re
going
to
live
very
quietly
in
Zurich
for
two
years
and
Dick
has
enough
to
take
care
of
us
.
No
,
Baby
,
I
’
m
more
practical
than
you
think
—
It
’
s
only
for
clothes
and
things
I
’
ll
need
it
.
.
.
.
Why
,
that
’
s
more
than
—
can
the
estate
really
afford
to
give
me
all
that
?
I
know
I
’
ll
never
manage
to
spend
it
.
Do
you
have
that
much
?
Why
do
you
have
more
—
is
it
because
I
’
m
supposed
to
be
incompetent
?
All
right
,
let
my
share
pile
up
then
.
.
.
.
No
,
Dick
refuses
to
have
anything
whatever
to
do
with
it
.
I
’
ll
have
to
feel
bloated
for
us
both
.
.
.
.
Baby
,
you
have
no
more
idea
of
what
Dick
is
like
than
,
than
—
Now
where
do
I
sign
?
Oh
,
I
’
m
sorry
.
.
.
.
Isn
’
t
it
funny
and
lonely
being
together
,
Dick
.
No
place
to
go
except
close
.
