Suzie's Cue

Orson Wells has the third man. The fabulous stories of the immortal character Originally created in the story the third man with sithra music by Anton Caron's Her name was Susie, but she was very very far from being a flusie She was lovely and she was a countess and I mean a genuine countess too

I can vouch for that I checked on her ancestry I paid to be sure about these things I first made up with her She was suffering from a complaint not uncommon among the post-war era a sarker, say, of Western Europe, the main symptoms of which are expensive tastes and a certain emptiness of the puss.

Forget what I mean. And that's how we came to team up, in fact. And since Carl and I had out the just the supers and Susie with the star, I'll call this little adventure Susie's Cube.

I'm the third man in today's story, Susie's Cube. Brought me to Vienna was a hint that for an astute fin and sire, like myself, there was

an honest buck or two to be made on the international currency market, not blank. You understand just a pale shade of gray. My informant had neglected to mention, however, that the regulations were being policed with ghoulish enthusiasm by the authorities of the four occupying powers, and as four against one, as tough odds in any language, be it French, Russian, American,

or British, I decided that the lime neck was too valuable a thing to risk being stuck out. There were three hours to go before the next plane back to Paris, so I was filling in time in the American bar in the Hotel Continental. At the next table there was a man and a woman.