I thought I had him started and so I waited as I have read in fiction stories is the proper way to entice a strange narrative from its possessor. He was looking beyond me and I imagined that the expression of his eyes denoted that he was witnessing again the thrilling scenes of the past. I must have been wrong, though—in fact I was quite sure of it when he next spoke.
"If that girl isn't careful," he said, "the thing will upset and give her a nasty fall—she is much too near the edge."
I turned to see a richly dressed and much dishevelled young lady busily dancing on a table-top while her friends and the surrounding diners cheered her lustily.
My companion arose. "I have enjoyed your company immensely," he said, "and I hope to meet you again. I am going to look for a place to sleep now—they could not give me a stateroom— I don't seem to be able to get enough sleep since they sent me back." He smiled.
"Miss the gas shells and radio bombs, I suppose," I remarked.,
"Yes," he replied, "just as a convalescent misses smallpox."
"I have a room with two beds," I said. "At the last minute my secretary was taken ill. I'll be glad to have you share the room with me."
He thanked me and accepted my hospitality for the night—the following morning we would be in Paris.
As we wound our way among the tables filled with laughing, joyous diners, my companion paused beside that at which sat the young woman who had previously attracted his attention. Their eyes met and into hers came a look of puzzlement and half-recognition. He smiled frankly in her face, nodded and passed on.
"You know her, then?" I asked.
