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"
It
’
s
a
terr
-
r
-
rible
story
.
"
Paul
arose
chuckling
and
paused
,
leaning
on
the
back
of
a
chair
:
"
If
you
really
want
to
get
off
,
Mr
.
North
,
there
are
friends
of
yours
going
to
-
morrow
on
the
France
—
Mister
what
is
this
name
—
and
Slim
Pearson
.
Mister
—
I
’
ll
think
of
it
—
tall
with
a
new
beard
.
"
"
Yardly
,
"
Abe
supplied
.
"
Mr
.
Yardly
.
They
’
re
both
going
on
the
France
.
"
He
was
on
his
way
to
his
duties
but
Abe
tried
to
detain
him
:
"
If
I
didn
’
t
have
to
go
by
way
of
Cherbourg
.
The
baggage
went
that
way
.
"
"
Get
your
baggage
in
New
York
,
"
said
Paul
,
receding
.
The
logic
of
the
suggestion
fitted
gradually
into
Abe
’
s
pitch
—
he
grew
rather
enthusiastic
about
being
cared
for
,
or
rather
of
prolonging
his
state
of
irresponsibility
.
Other
clients
had
meanwhile
drifted
in
to
the
bar
:
first
came
a
huge
Dane
whom
Abe
had
somewhere
encountered
.
The
Dane
took
a
seat
across
the
room
,
and
Abe
guessed
he
would
be
there
all
the
day
,
drinking
,
lunching
,
talking
or
reading
newspapers
.
He
felt
a
desire
to
out
-
stay
him
.
At
eleven
the
college
boys
began
to
step
in
,
stepping
gingerly
lest
they
tear
one
another
bag
from
bag
.
It
was
about
then
he
had
the
chasseur
telephone
to
the
Divers
;
by
the
time
he
was
in
touch
with
them
he
was
in
touch
also
with
other
friends
—
and
his
hunch
was
to
put
them
all
on
different
phones
at
once
—
the
result
was
somewhat
general
.
From
time
to
time
his
mind
reverted
to
the
fact
that
he
ought
to
go
over
and
get
Freeman
out
of
jail
,
but
he
shook
off
all
facts
as
parts
of
the
nightmare
.
