Diary of a Drug Fiend

Indian Summer 163 that we didn’t quite know what. And we felt so help- less, almost too weak to move a finger. Oh, couldn’t we find some anywhere! ... My God! what a bit of luck. What a fool I am. There was one packet of H. in the pocket of my travelling dress. We crawled towards each other and shared it. After the long abstention, the effect was miraculous.. Cockie picked himself up almost fiercely. The desperate anguish of our necessity drove him to swift resolute action. He sent for the barber and the waiter. We had the maid pack our things. We paid the bill and left our heavy trunks in the hotel, explaining that we had been called away suddenly on business. We put our dressing cases into a taxi and said, “ Euston, main line.” Cockie stopped the man at Cambridge Circus. “ Look here,’ he said in an eager whisper, ‘‘ we want some rooms in Soho. Some French or Italian place.” The man was equal to the problem. He found us a dirty dark little room on the ground floor in Greek Street. The landlady was some kind of Southerner with a dash of black blood. Her face told us that she was exactly the kind of woman we wanted. We paid the taxi. Cockie was very restless. He wanted to get the man to do what we wanted. He was itching all over, but he was afraid. We sat down on the bed, and began to make plans. August 21 I don’t remember anything. I must have gone off suddenly to sleep as I was. Cockie is out... . He has been going round town all night; the clubs and that. He got two sniffs from Mabel Black; but she was shy herself. He and Dick Wickham went down to Limehouse. No luck! They nearly got into a row with some sailors... . Madame Bellini has brought breakfast. Horrible, beastly food. We must eat some; I’m so weak... . She came in to clear it away and do the room. I