’ It was thus in stony silence that the pair traversed the short distance to Stratton Street, where Roding knocked on the major’s door and entered a pleasant woodpanelled hall, with his prisoner firmly in tow. She donned her fuzzy slippers and traipsed downstairs, the welcoming smell of coffee beckoning her, the sound of Looney Toons music barely audible from the television set. She lit the cigarette with a tiny Kelly green drugstore lighter. ‘How famous. Presently. What hotel should she go to? If she told a cabman to drive to an hotel, any hotel, what would he do—or say? He might drive to something dreadfully expensive, and not at all the quiet sort of thing she required. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. ‘Yes, but I’m probably chasing moonbeams. Why are you doing all this?’ To his surprise, Melusine relaxed back, emitting a laugh that sounded perfectly genuine. She were that miserable. The temperature soared to one hundred degrees, sickeningly hot. He had done this a dozen times on the way from his office.
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