Chapter 7

“‘What’s in a name’?” said Kenner. He put up his book and lighted a cigarette. “But I know a cinch by sight. D’you know what she’s worth, Boleyn?” “You can leave her out,” I said. He raised his eyebrows. “You must be pretty rich. This isn’t a question of a monkey in a couple of goes.” “There’s nothing doing, Kenner.” He frowned. “Why take this line, Boleyn? I’ve got you cold. You know it as well as I do. Don’t think I’m suggesting things. I know you’re much too pi. But you know what the papers are. Or perhaps you d…