Diary of a Drug Fiend

Vedere Napolt e pot—pro patrid—mori 111 to keep off the jackals, and this was killing two birds with one stone. Lou was obviously delighted with the arrangement. “‘Oh, but you must let us do more than that,” she said. “If we could only help you spot this swine!” “You bet I will,” said Feccles heartily,.and we all shook hands on it. “‘Any time anything happens where you could be useful, I'll tell you what to do. But of course you'll have to remember the rules of the service—absolute silence and obedience. And you stand or fall on your own feet, and if the umpire says ‘out,’ you’re out, and nobody’s going to pick up the pieces.” This honeymoon was certainly coming out in the most wonderful way. We had left the cinema people at the post. Here we were, without any effort of our own, right in the middle of the most fascinating in- trigues of the most mysterious kind. And all that on the top of the most wonderful love there was in the world, and heroin and cocaine to help us make the most of the tiniest details. ‘** Well,” said I to Feccles, ‘‘ this suits me down to the ground. I’m trying to forget what you said about my brain, because it isn’t good for a young man to be puffed up with intellectual vanity. But I certainly am the luckiest man in the world.” M. Hector Laroche gave us a delightful hour, telling of some of his past exploits in the war. He was as modest as he was brave; but for all that, we could see well enough what amazing astuteness he had brought to the service of our country in her hour of peril. We could imagine him making rings round the lumbering minds of the Huns with their slow pedantic processes. The only drawback to the evening was that we couldn't get him to take any snow. And you know what that means—you feel the man’s somehow out of the party. He excused himself by saying that the regulations forbade it. He agreed with us that it was