CHAPTER SEVEN
A change came over my life. I met the travel writer R.X. For the purpose of these pages I'll call him Rex.
He was staying in that city for some curious reason -a relation of his was dying slowly in a neighbouring village and he wanted to be on hand-some said out of affection, some said in hope of screwing a legacy out of the poor old girl. He was also finishing a book, resting up between his pursuit of the Incas and his next head-hunt. He lived in middle-class lodgings, and raised the honest guinea by an occasional lantern lecture. I went to one of these generically-boring affairs to please a girl I hoped to sleep with, a girl with a naive enthusiasm for authors, celebrities of any kind, and foreign travel. She had read some of Rex's books, which I certainly had not. She ta
