I got up. I poured another drink and drank it at a gulp.
I walked over to the door. I looked back at him and grinned. I said: "Good-night, sir."
He twisted his face at me. Then he began to smile. He said: "Good-night, and damn your eyes, and remember what I told you."
I closed the door quietly behind me.
I walked round the streets for a considerable time. Then I went home. I took a hot bath, gave myself a large whisky and soda, went to bed. I came to the conclusion that sleep was really the only thing that was interesting. I switched off the light and lay for some time, my hands clasped behind my head trying to pick up some definite point in all this conglomeration of theories— something that I could get my fingers on— something that would give me a pointer. I lay there for a considera
