The Adventures of Sally

till dawn with indefatigable jazz: but at the pensions of the economical like the Normandie, early to bed is the rule. True, Jules, the stout young native who combined th

he lift a single faint bulb glowed: another, over the desk in the far corner, illuminated the upper half of Jules, slumbering in a chair. Jules seemed to Sally to be on duty in some capacity or other all the time. His work, like women'

eved to hear footsteps in the street outside, followed by the opening of the front door. If Jules would have had to wake up anyway, she felt her sense of responsibility lessened

ing," said Sal

till green in his memory. He had either not ceased blushing since their last meeting or he w

is feet, which, in the embarrassment of the

ppose you would sa

his thrust by dropping his hat and trip

rt of somnambulistic trance in the neighbourhood

n you up," said Sally, com

t breaking his slumber. His brain, if you could call it that, was working automatically. He had shut up the gate with a clang and was tug

r the first spurt, conversation had languished. Sally had nothing of immediate interest to say, and her compani

ling with the native population that actions spoke louder than words. If she wanted anything in a restaurant or at a shop, she poi

, of the iron cage. There are ways of doing this. Jules' was the right way. He was accustomed to do it with a flourish, and generally remarked "V'la!" in a modest but self-congratulatory v

ing his key in the lock, he stood staring in an attitude of frozen horror. He was a man who took most things

"to be a hitch. Would you mind asking what's the matt

to the task. He eyed the melancholy Jules doub

r... eske

d Sally. "I think y

e... I mean ne vous... that is

ppeared not to have impressed itself upon him. Or, if he gave a thought to it, he dismissed the objection as trifling. He wanted to explain, and he explained. Words rushed from him like water from

" said Sal

of Johnstown might have looked on being re

op

a whistle o

face a single word-a word which he must have heard somewhere or r

f at the main. There was a moment of dazed silence, such as m

at he's talking about-if he knows, which I doubt-and

ed intelligently.

lentement. Pas si-you know w

hing the idea on the fly. "L

h, while conveying nothing to Sally, seeme

loomer. Apparently he was half asleep when we came in, and he shoved us into t

Sally. "So w

nch well. I'd curse him with some vim and not a little animation, th

on," said Sally, "but oug

could

are most of the people in the hotel to death, but there might be

dea!" said the yo

ell him the main out-line, o

d some which expressed his meaning lamely but well en

at the word 'three.' One-two-Oh, poor

into the bunch of cotton-waste which served him in the office of a pocke