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Presently: "Hon'lable p'lice patrol come 'long plenty soon," murmured Sin Sin Wa. "Indeed?" said Sir Lucien, glancing at his wristwatch. "The door is open above." Sin Sin Wa raised one yellow forefinger, without moving either hand from the knee upon which it rested, and shook it slightly to and fro. "Allee lightee," he murmured. "No bhobbery. Allee peaceful fellers." "Will they want to come in?"
Twenty minutes after the meeting was scheduled to begin, I closed the door and sat with the group before a barren, Transcendental-less shrine. A nervous tension permeated the room. Atmananda strode in, sat down, and fiddled with his wristwatch. Then he looked up and quickly raised his hand to his mouth as if he were surprised that he was not alone. A few people laughed.
He enjoyed casual living, especially on the water, and life on the Spindrift couldn't have been more casual. He was dressed in a tattered pair of shorts and a wristwatch. Once, in the cool of the evening, he had slipped on a sweat shirt. Otherwise, the shorts had been his sole attire while on board since leaving his home island a few days before.
"Another boy," he said. "That all he has?" The searcher raised himself. "Just those, and a photo." "Dispatch-case; pound loose; cigarette-case; wristwatch; photo. Let's see it." The searcher placed the photo in the pool of light. The tiny face of a girl stared up at them, unmoved, from its short hair. "Noel," said the searcher, reading. "H'm! Take care of it. Stick it in his case. Come on!"
In her rosy face faint lines had traced themselves, as if vaguely some new perceptiveness troubled her. She looked at her wristwatch and rose from the table hastily. "I must run along," she said. "I like to get home before John does. You going my way, Sally?" Mrs. Van Vechten shook her head absently.
Several Naval and one or two Military officers walked to and fro, or stood at the doors of their compartments superintending the stowage of their luggage; a little way back from the light thrown from the carriage windows, two figures, a man and a girl, stood talking in low voices. Presently the man stepped under one of the overhanging lamps and consulted his wristwatch.
Each of their hauling nets contained battered chisels, hammers, saws for metal, a radiation counter, a beaten-up-looking pistol, some old position-finding instruments, including a wristwatch that had seen much better days to be used as a chronometer.
"Five minutes, madame, if he takes his time about it." "Then let us hasten." They drew away from the limousine so quickly that in thirty seconds its headlights were all that marked its stand. Lanyard studied the phosphorescent dial of his wristwatch. From first to last the transaction had consumed little more than three minutes. Liane slewed round to talk over the back of the seat.
On either side of the road were high walls with tall cypresses behind which cast their deep shadows over the highway, rendering it dark around the entrance. I glanced at my luminous wristwatch a relic of my war service and found that it still wanted ten minutes to eleven.
"Would you do it if you were in my place?" "Would I lie down like a yellow dog, and let people say I hadn't sand enough to stop a wristwatch?" "I know, but Bob the Orpheum!" "I know, but Henry don't you sort of owe it to Mr. Starkweather? You wouldn't have put on this milk-fed expression if he'd soaked it to you himself, would you?" At this precise instant, Henry was required on the telephone.
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