I'm feelin' a bit tired."He blew and wiped his glasses."My stomack isn't what it was," he explained. "One finds it--thesetimes. How did it all happen, George? Your Marconigram--it took me inthe wind a bit."I told him concisely. He nodded to the paragraphs of my narrative and atthe end he poured something from a medicine bottle into a sticky littlewineglass and drank it.
And this was the little world in which I had been living securelyfor years, this fiery chaos! What had happened in the last sevenhours... read more
