“No. His expression altered. She could feel Martin’s eyes boring into her as she
entered the room, her own personal Farhat. The manager twisted his moustache. ”
He turned to the waiter, who held a wine-card. That was one of the
mysterious qualities of this child of the lagoon: she had always at instant service
that Oriental mask of impenetrable calm that no Occidental trick could dislodge. ‘Ah, there is the little menace itself,’ he drawled, recovering some of his own
sangfroid. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as
floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new
wood. Do
you know the story of Orpheus? He was a musician who
followed his damned wife into Hell to bring her back?
He was one of us, I believe. Here she would
find candy awaiting her, bits of ribbon, books. ’
Roding allowed that he had a point, and followed him as he began to mount
the stairs.
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