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appeared through the door in the wall behind the bar.
O'Day finished his drink; went out of the bar, across the dance room floor; sat at the table which he usually used-the one in the corner. He waited patiently.
After a few minutes, Miss Mabel Bonaventura appeared at the other end of the dance floor; sailed gracefully across the empty room towards O'Day. And when I say sailed, I mean just that. Everything about Miss Bonaventura was slightly, and almost attractively, artificial. Her name was actually Mabel Higgins, but she thought that didn't sound quite so good as Bonaventura, which somebody had told her meant `good adventure,' which good adventure she hoped was always waiting round the corner. She looked vaguely exotic and had an expression on her face which seemed to indicate that she was rather surprised at the fact.
She was wearing a tight-fitting, well-cut, black dinner frock, with a long silk fringe just below the knees and hand-worked gold spangled epaulettes on the shoulders. Her hair was startling-blondecoloured, all the more amazing because it was natural -she didn't believe in hair dyes. Her figure was lissom, well-rounded in the right places, and she walked in a manner which could only be described as very sophisticated. Her walk seemed to promise a great deal, and the promise was possibly contradicted by the supreme air of unconsciousness which she assumed. There was one other, rather startling thing about Miss Bonaventura. That was her voice.
When the evening started this voice was low, cooing and might be described as rather well-bred. She

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