5/75 I saw, in fine; and--I don't know what to call it--I sniffed. It's a detail, but it's as if there were something--something very good--TO sniff." Waymarsh's face had shown his friend an attention apparently so remote that the latter was slightly surprised to find it at this point abreast with him. "Do you mean a smell? But I don't know." Waymarsh gave an inferential grunt. "Does he live there with a woman ?" "I don't know." Waymarsh waited an instant for more, then resumed. |