“Was I rude enough to him?” Brett asked. Cohn was gone. “My God! I’m so sick of him!”
Oh darling, don’t be difficult. What do you think it’s meant to have that damned Jew about, and Mike the way he’s acted?
“You kill your friends?” she asked. “Always,” he said in English, and laughed. “So they don’t kill me.” He looked at her across the table.