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Updated: June 11, 2025
'My name is Waterall, said the young man. 'I come from New York. The bearded man hesitated. 'My name is Johnson. I used to live in New York. 'Where do you live now, Mr Johnson? asked Waterall. The bearded man hesitated again. 'Algiers, he said. Mr Birdsey was inspired to help matters along with small-talk. 'Algiers, he said.
The first glass, as first glasses will, thawed the bearded man, to the extent of inducing him to try and pick up the fragments of the conversation which he had shattered. 'I am afraid you will have thought me abrupt, Mr Birdsey, he said awkwardly; 'but then you haven't lived in Algiers for five years, and I have. Mr Birdsey chirruped sympathetically. 'I liked it at first.
Its production had given him a decided shock, and now he was suffering from reaction. As a consequence, because his nerves were strained, he lit his cigarette very languidly, very carefully, and with an offensive superiority which was to Mr Birdsey the last straw. These things are matters of an instant.
You've got to give your mind to it to appreciate good music-hall turns. The feelings of Mr J. Wilmot Birdsey, as he stood wedged in the crowd that moved inch by inch towards the gates of the Chelsea Football Ground, rather resembled those of a starving man who has just been given a meal but realizes that he is not likely to get another for many days. He was full and happy.
He was a middle-aged gentleman of high respectability who had been behaving in a very peculiar way. Waterall, flushed and dishevelled, glared at him speechlessly. He gulped. 'Are you crazy? Mr Birdsey tested gingerly the mechanism of a leg which lay under suspicion of being broken. Relieved, he put his foot to the ground again. He shook his head at Waterall.
There's a man here that's wanted by the American police. Send someone here and get him. Benyon. Robbed the New Asiatic Bank in New York. Yes, you've a warrant out for him, five years old.... All right. He hung up the receiver. Benyon sprang to his feet. He stood, shaking, a pitiable sight. Mr Birdsey had risen with him. They stood looking at Waterall. 'You skunk! said Mr Birdsey.
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