But I don’t want to. ’ ‘And was not she put out?’ demanded Miss Froxfield with a tinkling laugh. Her head swam. She always left the table when they began to smoke. Suddenly Ah Cum laughed aloud. The lights of the Champs Elysées and the Place de la Concorde, suggestive, brilliant, seductive, shone like an army of fireflies against the deep cool background of the night. ’ Gerald suppressed a grin. 92 She did not notice the police car sitting near the Beck house until they were pulling into the driveway. “Fred,” he said, “do you remember taking me to dinner at the ‘Ambassador’s,’ one evening last September, to meet a girl who was singing there? Hamilton and Drummond and his lot were with us. The slim knife was wrested from her grasp, and she was flung backwards, towards the bookcases. From suburbs, from country towns—everywhere.
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