“The Sensible Thing”

On a damp afternoon in September of the following year a young man with his face burned to a deep copper glow~1 got off a train at a city in Tennessee He looked around anxiously, and seemed relieved when he found that there was no one in the station to meet him. He taxied to the best hotel in the city where he registered with some satisfaction as George O’Kelly, Cuzco, Peru. Up in his room he sat for a few minutes at the window looking down into the familiar street below.~2 Then with his hand trembling faintly he took off the