Bellamy slid off the high stool, walked unsteadily to the window and stood swaying on his heels looking down at the snow, on Conduit Street. The bar-tender mixed himself a whisky and soda and began to polish the chromium counter. Bellamy turned, and leaned against the window, looking at the bar-tender.He was tall, slim and dark. He looked immaculate although his quiet grey suit was old. There were...
Peter Cheyney - Another Little Drink
Another Little Drink
Peter Cheyney
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Bellamy slid off the high stool, walked unsteadily to the window and stood swaying on his heels looking down at the snow, on Conduit Street. The bar-tender mixed himself a whisky and soda and began to polish the chromium counter. Bellamy turned, and leaned against the window, looking at the bar-tender.He was tall, slim and dark. He looked immaculate although his quiet grey suit was old. There were circles under his eyes. He looked very tired, slightly depraved. His big brown eyes were dull.He said in a low, rather hoarse and attractive voice: “Why doesn’t anybody come in here? Has Mr. March been in, Sydney?”He began to walk towards the bar.