Gigolo by Edna Ferber Chapter 8 Page 46

” How suddenly safe Oklahoma seemed. And Arnold Hatch.

“Where you going from Honolulu, Miss Pardee?”

“Samarkand.”

“Beg pardon?”

“Samarkand.”

“Oh, yeh. Samar — le’ see now, where is that, exactly? I used to know, but I’m such a hand for forgetting — — ”

“I don’t know,” said Maxine, distinctly.

“Don’t — but I thought you said you were going — — ”

“I am. But I don’t know where it is.”