Why don't you get after him ?" Marie looked down over the golf links, as the car swung around the long curve at the head of the slope.

"I don't know where he is," she said tonelessly.

"Where did you see him, Joe ?" Joe's hesitation lasted but long enough for him to give his mustache end a twist.

Marie certainly seemed to be well "over it." There could be no harm in telling.
"Well, when I saw him he was at Alpine; that's a little burg up in the edge of the mountains, on the W.P.He didn't look none too prosperous, at that.

But he had money--he was playing poker and that kind of thing.
And he was drunk as a boiled owl, and getting drunker just as fast as he knew how.