Farewell Leicester Square
Betty Miller
1935
“Alec,” she said meekly, “you’re wearing out my carpet.”
He stopped. “Pardon?”
“Why the Man of Destiny act?” she asked.
He stared at her uncomprehending.
She put her hand on his arm and shook him. “Oh, come, wake up, lad. . . .” She smiled at him: her hand still on his arm. “The question is, what are you going to have to drink? If it’s alcohol, you…
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