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"
I
hope
the
Divers
don
’
t
find
out
,
"
Rosemary
said
.
Abe
peered
at
his
watch
.
"
I
’
ve
got
to
go
up
and
see
McKisco
—
do
you
want
to
come
?
—
he
feels
sort
of
friendless
—
I
bet
he
hasn
’
t
slept
.
"
Rosemary
had
a
vision
of
the
desperate
vigil
that
high
-
strung
,
badly
organized
man
had
probably
kept
.
After
a
moment
balanced
between
pity
and
repugnance
she
agreed
,
and
full
of
morning
energy
,
bounced
upstairs
beside
Abe
.
McKisco
was
sitting
on
his
bed
with
his
alcoholic
combativeness
vanished
,
in
spite
of
the
glass
of
champagne
in
his
hand
.
He
seemed
very
puny
and
cross
and
white
.
Evidently
he
had
been
writing
and
drinking
all
night
.
He
stared
confusedly
at
Abe
and
Rosemary
and
asked
:
"
Is
it
time
?
"
"
No
,
not
for
half
an
hour
.
"
The
table
was
covered
with
papers
which
he
assembled
with
some
difficulty
into
a
long
letter
;
the
writing
on
the
last
pages
was
very
large
and
illegible
.
In
the
delicate
light
of
electric
lamps
fading
,
he
scrawled
his
name
at
the
bottom
,
crammed
it
into
an
envelope
and
handed
it
to
Abe
.
"
For
my
wife
.
"
"
You
better
souse
your
head
in
cold
water
,
"
Abe
suggested
.
"
You
think
I
’
d
better
?
"
inquired
McKisco
doubtfully
.
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
get
too
sober
.
"
