A Poor Rule — O Henry

A Poor Rule 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 Yazar O Henry Sayfa Sayısı 64 Çeviri Ebat 13X19 Basım Dili İNGİLİZCE Basım Tarihi Aralık 2020 Kağıt Cinsi 2 Hamur Kredi Kartı Tek Çekim 0 00