‘Was you following, too, miss?’
‘Certainly I was following. He brought into
service all his Oriental bar-room tricks. She trailed him to his apartment and a black door that
read 727 in solemn gold-tone lettering. Retracing his steps, he arrived, without further accident, at the
eastern platform of the starling. They agreed
to lend her their hold-all and a large, formless bag which they called the
communal trunk. I couldn’t rest or eat or sleep. He never felt any need
to explain himself. The expression, however,
which would chiefly have interested a beholder, was that of settled and profound
melancholy. But
how close? She glanced about at the shrouded furnishings for possible cover. No—
no, it must never be. ‘Don’t let us quarrel over your Leonardo,’ he said, summoning a faint smile.
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