Chapter 20: The Little Drab Book

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌⁠I found Davies at the cabin table, surrounded with a litter of books. The shelf was empty, and its contents were tossed about among the cups and on the floor. We both spoke together.

“Well, what was it?”

“Well, what did she say?”

I gave way, and told my story briefly. He listened in silence, drumming on the table with a book which he held.

“It’s not good-bye,” he said. “But I don’t wonder; look here!”