第42页

I went back upstairs and from the open window watched Brett walking up the street to the big limousine......This was Brett, that I had felt like crying about. Then I thought of her walking up the street and stepping into the car, as I had last seen her, and of course in a little while I felt like hell again.

It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night it is another thing.