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"
Can
you
phone
the
Consulate
?
"
she
broke
in
.
"
We
can
’
t
interfere
with
the
Consulate
.
When
the
Consul
gets
there
at
nine
—
"
"
Can
you
give
me
his
home
address
?
"
After
a
fractional
pause
the
man
shook
his
head
.
He
took
the
memorandum
from
the
porter
and
gave
it
to
her
.
"
Now
I
’
ll
ask
you
to
excuse
me
.
"
He
had
manoeuvred
her
to
the
door
:
for
an
instant
the
violet
dawn
fell
shrilly
upon
his
pink
mask
and
upon
the
linen
sack
that
supported
his
mustache
;
then
Baby
was
standing
on
the
front
steps
alone
.
She
had
been
in
the
embassy
ten
minutes
.
The
piazza
whereon
it
faced
was
empty
save
for
an
old
man
gathering
cigarette
butts
with
a
spiked
stick
.
Baby
caught
a
taxi
presently
and
went
to
the
Consulate
but
there
was
no
one
there
save
a
trio
of
wretched
women
scrubbing
the
stairs
.
She
could
not
make
them
understand
that
she
wanted
the
Consul
’
s
home
address
—
in
a
sudden
resurgence
of
anxiety
she
rushed
out
and
told
the
chauffeur
to
take
her
to
the
jail
.
He
did
not
know
where
it
was
,
but
by
the
use
of
the
words
semper
dritte
,
dextra
and
sinestra
she
manoeuvred
him
to
its
approximate
locality
,
where
she
dismounted
and
explored
a
labyrinth
of
familiar
alleys
.
But
the
buildings
and
the
alleys
all
looked
alike
.
Emerging
from
one
trail
into
the
Piazzo
d
’
Espagna
she
saw
the
American
Express
Company
and
her
heart
lifted
at
the
word
"
American
"
on
the
sign
.
There
was
a
light
in
the
window
and
hurrying
across
the
square
she
tried
the
door
,
but
it
was
locked
,
and
inside
the
clock
stood
at
seven
.
Then
she
thought
of
Collis
Clay
.
She
remembered
the
name
of
his
hotel
,
a
stuffy
villa
sealed
in
red
plush
across
from
the
Excelsior
.
The
woman
on
duty
at
the
office
was
not
disposed
to
help
her
—
she
had
no
authority
to
disturb
Mr
.
Clay
,
and
refused
to
let
Miss
Warren
go
up
to
his
room
alone
;
convinced
finally
that
this
was
not
an
affair
of
passion
she
accompanied
her
.
Collis
lay
naked
upon
his
bed
.
He
had
come
in
tight
and
,
awakening
,
it
took
him
some
moments
to
realize
his
nudity
.
He
atoned
for
it
by
an
excess
of
modesty
.
Taking
his
clothes
into
the
bathroom
he
dressed
in
haste
,
muttering
to
himself
"
Gosh
.
She
certainly
musta
got
a
good
look
at
me
.
"
After
some
telephoning
,
he
and
Baby
found
the
jail
and
went
to
it
.
