Myra-Breckinridge-Gore-Vidal

do. We've shaken them, no doubt of that. But I'm still notcertain whether or not they will call our bluff. Randolphpresented them with a signed affidavit, duly notarized,swearing that he had witnessed my wedding to Myron inMonterrey, Mexico. Up until the very last moment I thought Iwould have trouble with Randolph. Fortunately his greedfinally convinced him that he should do the right thing,despite the risk involved. Nevertheless, he is nervous as acat. So am I. Buck was true to form. "It was a real nicegesture of your'n, Doc, to come out here and help out this ii'lol' gal." More than ever was Buck, revoltingly, the Singin'Shootin' Cowboy, so inferior in every way to Hoot Gibson."Naturally we want to do the right thing by her." "Then cutthe cackle," I said firmly, "and hand over the three hundredfifty G's which all of our lawyers now agree is my adjustedshare of the property." "Certainly, Mrs. Breckinridge," saidCharlie Flagler Junior. "Just as soon as we get final word,any minute now, from our New York office which will likeclear up one final detail, it's all yours because," he turned toRandolph, "we are not about to question the probity of sucha well-known person and author like Dr. Montag." "Thankyou," I answered for Randolph, who looked gloomy as healways does when someone praises him (his fatherwithheld all praise during Randolph's formative years andso today he can never accept any compliment withoutsuspecting that it is loaded, as this one of course was)."Right here," said Buck, holding up a check written on theBank of America, Beverly Hills Branch, "I've got the check,all made out to you and everything." Both Randolph and I