Part 2, Chapter 18

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌⁠At about five o'clock the next afternoon Peter, in his hotel bedroom, called for a pitcher of ice-water, the major portion of which he disposed of before considering the next move.

Afternoon sunlight, entering by the single large window, mapped out a radiant oblong of red on the heavy carpet. The long, insolent shriek of a taxicab arose from the square. The bedroom was redolent of the sour odor of