His man Veto answered.
"This is Phil Wylie."
"Just a minute."
"Hello, you toothless cobra! What the hell are you doing in town?
Waiting for the women to faint?"
"Some of us," I said, "don't have to wait."
He roared. "No kidding! What gives? God, isn't it hot? If I had a
human head, I could shrink it right here on my terrace--and it's only
nine-twenty, A.M.!"
"Dave, I got trouble."