Berg liked that. The thought that the girl took him for a U. S. soldier in plain clothes for some reason made him happy.
He said: “Maybe a friend of mine left a parcel here for me, but only maybe. It’s just as likely he didn’t. There’s just a chance that he did. My name’s Rene Berg.”
She said: “If somebody left a parcel for you what would the name be?”
“The name would be Shakkey—Cyram Shakkey—U. S. Navy. If anybody left a parcel for me that would be the guy.”
The girl said: “I’ll go see.” But she stood for a moment looking at Berg—she didn’t quite know why. She thought that his face was rather attractive. His eyes, looking squarely at her, were smiling. She went away slowly. She found herself thinking that this Rene Berg who had come for a parcel must be rather a nice man to know in sp
