I’m a thorough little beast and you are as fine as they make them.
I won’t bother you any more, I promise you that. You’ve been so
decent I’m going to tell you the truth. I’m no more your wife than
Belle Shaler. I got a divorce three years ago down in California.
When I get hold of my papers I’ll send you the decree. I thought
at first you knew and then I made up my mind to work you for a
good thing but you’re too damned decent for that. I’m not making
apologies--it’s not my way. You’re one of the best, King, and the
only good thing I ever did for you was to leave you. Good luck and
good-by.