eight and no breeze, Steve. Neither has a door open, even to the dressing room; they don't know the lights on. They've each shut themselves in one room without opening a door even for a current of air to-night."
"You're crazy, Jerry," I said. "I had dinner with them. There's nothing the matter." That was what my people thought too until Janet and Lew separated, openly, a couple of weeks later.
Jerry came into my room and, as soon as I saw him, I flung my book to the foot of the bed; for it was perfectly plain, even to my sort of wits, that something mighty amazing to him had happened. He was pale and his blue eyes looked positively big; he has fine eyes, Jerry; you like them, though they take hold of you and seem to look through you; the reason you like them, in spite of this, is that while finding out something of you, they grant you a good deal of him. So they told me now that Jerry was afraid; and, though we have been companions for twenty-eight years—that is, since we were babies—and though that companionship includes service in the Argonne, I had never seen him so afraid before.
He'd come upstairs with his overcoat on, over
