“You disappoint me, sir,” says VanDamm to Roger.
“I was just going to say that to her,” replies Roger.
“I’ve always understood you were a shrewd fellow at your job,” says Vandamm. “What possessed you to come blundering in here like this? Could it be an overpowering interest in art?”
“Yes,” says Roger, “The art of survival.” He looks at Leonard. “Well,” says Roger to Leonard, “have you poured any good drunks lately?”
“He followed me here from the hotel,” says Eve.
“He was in your room?” asks Leonard. Eve nods.
“Sure,” says Roger, “Isn’t everybody?”
Vandamm looks at Eve, then slowly removes his had from her shoulder.
“Three hundred, thank you. Now the four,” says the auctioneer. The auctioneer is holding up an odd Polynesian-looking statue.
“Do I hear four?” asks the auctioneer. “Four hundred, anyone?”
Vandamm and Leonard look at each other.
“Four hundred is bid. Say the five?” says the auctioneer. ” I have four hundred. I have four hundred.”
“I didn’t realize you were an art collector. I thought you just collected corpses,” says Roger, as the auction continues.
“Five hundred,” says Vandamm. Leonard signals the bid to the auctioneer.
“Five hundred, thank you,” says the auctioneer.
“I’ll be you paid plenty,” says Roger, “for this little piece of sculpture.” He looks down at Eve.
“Now the seven. Seven hundred?” asks the auctioneer.
“Seven hundred,” says Vandamm.
“She’s worth every dollar of it,” says Roger. “Take it from me.”
Eve is getting very annoyed.