AS I WALKED through the night I got to thinking about what I had seen… I got to
thinking why things happen in London at night. For twenty-five years I had seen
these topsy-turvy people come into clubs at the hour when respectable people
are going to bed. For twenty-five years I had seen men and women do crazy and
unlawful things in the hours between midnight and four or five o’clock in the
morning… I thought, too, that maybe these queer and sometimes frightening hours
were the cause of all the crazy things I had seen. Perhaps when midnight passes
and you’re sitting in a club listening to the music, drinking too much, and
watching sexy floor-shows while some painted harlot with her eye on your
pocket-book is pressing her thighs against yours; perhaps at these times there’s
a madness steals over you, a derangement of the brain that vanishes with the
dawn.
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