144 The Diary of a Drug Fiend
. Cockie came back for lunch with a very long face.
Mr. Wolfe gave him a good talking-to about money.
Well, that’s perfectly right. We had been going the
pace.
Cockie wanted to take me out and buy me some
jewellery to replace what was stolen; but I wouldn’t
let him, except a new watch and a wedding ring.
I’ve got a horrid feeling about that. It’s frightfully
unlucky to lose your wedding ring. I feel as if the new
one didn’t belong to me at all.
We had a long talk about Gretel being away. We
tried one or two places, but they wouldn’t give us any.
I wish Cockie had taken out his diploma.
' The papers are disgusting. It’s the silly season,
right enough. Every time one picks one up, there’s
something about cocaine. That old fool Platt is on
the war-path. He wants to “ arouse public opinion
to a sense of the appalling danger which threatens the
manhood and womanhood of England.”’
One paper had a long speech of his reported in full.
He says it's the plot of the Germans to get even with
us.Of course, I’m only a woman and all that ; but it
sounds to me rather funny. |
We went to tea with Mabel Black. Every one was
talking about drugs. Every one seemed to want them ;.
yet Lord Landsend had just come back from Germany
and he said you could buy it quite easily there, but
nobody seemed to want to.
Then is the whole German people in a silent con-
spiracy to destroy us? I never took much stock in
all those stories about the infernal cunning of the
Hun.
We heard a“lot about the underground traffic,
though, and I think we ought to be able to get it pretty
easily..
I don’ t know what’s the matter with us both. It
made us a bit better to meet the old crowd, and we
thought we'd celebrate.