In Darkness.
One sultry afternoon late in July Richard Caramel telephoned from New York that he and Maury were coming out, bringing a friend with them. They arrived about five, a little drunk, accompanied by a small, stocky man of thirty-five, whom they introduced as Mr. Joe Hull, one of the best fellows that Anthony and Gloria had ever met.
Joe Hull had a yellow beard continually fighting through his skin and a low voice which varied between basso profundo and a husky whisper. Anthony, carrying Maury’s suitcase up-stairs, followed into the room and carefully closed the door.
“Who is this fellow?” he demanded.
Maury chuckled enthusiastically.
“Who, Hull? Oh, he’s all right. He’s a good one.”
“Yes, but who is he?”
“Hull? He’s just a good fellow. He’s a prince.” His laughter redoubled, culminating ……
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