Originally posted by Darryl Kenyon
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Eagle: In the club we had a rare good time. We were singing songs and all that sort of thing.
All that sort of thing is really just a euphemism for drinking.
The half-tipsy man halted and spoke to her. The Hungarian saw him put his hand on her shoulder and push her back into the passage, but, feeling rather timid of getting mixed up in quarrels, he crossed to the other side of the street. Before he had gone many yards, however, he heard the sound of a quarrel, and turned back to learn what was the matter...
By his own timing, Eagle returned to the club between the times given by Smith and Schwartz. I'm tempted to say, "it's not rocket science".
Interesting that the hand on her shoulder pushes her back into the passage, which is suggestive. Why did the man want to quarrel in the darkness, and about what?
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