What sort of life have you been leadingthese last
weeks?
There was another person in the room, a woman. I
stood before him, dumb and dazed and obedient. The satisfaction of having got one of
the three conundrumsdead right made me want to shout. They spoke in low tones, andI
was three yards off and darent for my life move an inch nearer.
There was no film orblearing to mar their
glory.
I heard the womans voice say triumphantly: He is
well broken,and Medina laughed. It was BLIND, ifyou understand me, as expressionless
as a mummy, a kind of awfuldeath-in-life.
I paid him his fee, and, as I was leaving, I asked
if he wanted tosee me again. I wondered ifthey came from the queer-looking little
girl.
I cant stand much more of this, I told Archie. I
wish I could tell youwhat knowing you means to me.
When I got back to the Club I found Medina waiting
for me.
Ill tell youall about it soon, but meantime you
must take my word for it.
That night I had another of Sandys communications,
a typed half-sheet with a Paris postmark. There was another person in the room, a
woman. I told himthat I was out of sorts, and he was very sympathetic. Bright, hard
and glossy, you would have said that novulgarer environment could be
found.
These starlike things were turned
inward.
But the music had stopped, and I could see that
Odell had made asign to the dancer.