In gilt letters on the ground glass of the door of room No. 962 were the words: "Robbins & Hartley, Brokers." The clerks had gone. It was past five. And with the solid tramp of a drove of prize Percherons, scrubs-women were invading the cloud-capped twenty-story office building. A puff of red-hot air flavoured with lemon peelings, soft-coal smoke and train oil came in through the half-open windows.
Robbins, fifty, soemthing of an overweight beau. And addicted to first nights and hotel palm-rooms, pretended to be envious of his partner's commuter's joys.
"Going to be something doing in the humidity line tonight," he said. "Your out-of-town chaps will be the people, with katydids and moonlight and long drinks and things out on the front porch."
Hartley, twenty-nine, serious, thin, good-looking, ner-vous, sighed and frowned a little.
"Yes," said he, "we always have cool nights in Floral-hurst, especially in the winter."
A man with an air of mystery came in the door and went up to Hartley. "I've found where she lives," he announced in the portentous half-whisper that makesthe detective at work a marked being to his fellow men.
| Detay Bilgileri |
| Dil | İngilizce |
| Öğretim Dili | İngilizce |
| Basım Tarihi | 2010 |
| Stage | Stage 2 |
| Yazar | O. Henry (William Sydney Porter) |
| Sayfa Sayısı | 64 |
| Kağıt | 2. Hamur Kağıt |
| Kapak | Karton |
| Basım Yeri | Ankara |
| Baskı Sayısı | 1 |
| Ebatlar (YxG) | 14x20 cm |
| Isbn No | 9786054096343 |
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