"Sprained ankle," he said, and fell into the bored look that had served him with the assistant.

He exhaled smoke and raised his tired eyes to the still luring Spanish girl.

Weariness of the world and women was in his look.

Henshaw scanned him closely.
"All right, stay there--keep just that way--it's what I want." He continued down the line, which had become hushed.

"Now, people.