BRECHT WAS INDICTED ON two counts of murder one. Holga, née Olga, and Hans were charged with aiding and abetting, and the boy was also charged with carrying a counterfeit passport with intent to commit fraud. Being Swiss citizens, there were complications, but nothing insurmountable in giving the three their due.
Talbot and Reynolds relations, however distant, are lining up to petition for their share of Mrs. Talbot’s fortune. I’m keeping my distance from the beleaguered executor. Iago is with child and Othello is suspected. More reason to keep clear of the MacNiff abode.
Since bringing the Brechts to justice, Izzy Duhane has lost interest in Skip McGuire and, I fear, Binky Watrous. She spends more time at her mother’s apartment in The Breakers and less in her trailer love nest. The mousse has gone from Binky’s locks but his brush with a Kalamazoo Battle has left him a tad haughty. Like a spirited colt, he will have to be broken.
Joe Gallo is back caddying at the club where he met the late Vivian Emerson, and living in a motel until he can find affordable digs. He’s in line for Izzy’s trailer should she give it up. Al Rogoff is not thrilled.
Denny called from New York to ask permission to use “The King Is Dead” as the title for his story, which will be Bare Facts’ lead next month, with a photo of Lieutenant Eberhart and Edward Todd Rick Brandt on the cover. Eberhart has taken to applying a cream called Erase to the stubble on his chin and Edward Todd Rick received rave reviews for his portrayal of Biff in Death of a Salesman.
Joe hangs around Georgy girl a lot and I feel that we’ve acquired a child. Or at least, I have. Is the honeymoon over? Connie finds it all very amusing. We took Joe, at Georgy’s insistence, to the Pelican and ended up at a table for five with Connie and Alex. My dream of mating Joe with Alex and leaving Archy in charge of the harem came to naught as the two charming young men took an instant dislike to each other. God got me for that one.
I look over this final entry in my journal, enjoying my first, and last, English Oval of the day before retiring. As I close the book on “The King Is Dead,” the phone rings. It is midnight. I could crawl into bed, pull the covers over my head and pretend I never heard it, or...
“Archy McNally here.”