酒吧间很拥挤。桑迪·韦斯科特喝过两杯鸡尾酒,开始感到肚子饿了。他看了看表。他应邀九点半钟吃饭,可现在快十点了,伊娃·巴雷特向来总是迟到,如果他在十点三十分能吃到东西,就算交上好运了。他向侍者又叫来一杯鸡尾酒,这时看见有一个人来到酒吧间。 “喂,科特曼,”他说,“喝一杯怎么样?” “那敢情好,先生。” 科特曼是个漂亮的家伙,约摸三十来岁,个子很矮,但身材长得很好,因此不显得怎么矮小,穿了一套时髦的双排钮扣的晚礼服,看起来腰身有点儿紧,蝴蝶结也显得大了些。他长着一头乌黑 Bar is very crowded. Sandy Westcott drank two cocktails and began to feel hungry. He looked at the watch. He was invited to dinner at half past nine, but now almost ten o’clock, Eva Barrett has always been late, if he can eat at ten thirty, even if the hand of luck. He called another cocktail to the waiter, and saw a man come to the bar. “Well, Cortman, ” he said, “How about a drink? ” “That dares to be good, sir.” Kotman is a pretty guy, about touching the thirties, But the body looks very good, so do not look how short, wearing a stylish double-button evening dress, it seems a bit tight waist, bow also appears a little bigger. He grew black