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brought in the cab driver who had brought us from the gare to the hotel. He swore that I had never been with my mother. Tell me, does this story bore you?"
"Go on," said Scripps. "If you had ever been as hard up for plots as I have been!"
"Well," the waitress said. "That's all there is to the tale. I never saw my mother again. I communicated with the embassy, but they could do nothing. It was finally established by them that I had crossed the channel with my mother, but they could do nothing beyond that." Tears came into the elderly waitress's eyes. "I never saw Mummy again. Never again. Not even once."
"What about the general?"
"He finally loaned me one hundred francs—not a great sum even in those days—and I came to America and became a waitress. That's all there is to the story."
"There's more than that," Scripps said. "I'd stake my life there's more than that."
"Sometimes, you know, I feel there is," the waitress said. "I feel there must be more than that. Somewhere, somehow, there must be an explanation. I don't know what brought the subject into my mind this morning."
"It was a good thing to get it off your mind," Scripps said.
"Yes," the waitress smiled, the lines in her face not quite so deep now. "I feel better now."
"Tell me," Scripps asked the waitress. "Is there any work in this town for me and my bird?"
"Honest work?" asked the waitress. "I only know of honest work."
"Yes, honest work," Scripps said.
"They do say they're hiring hands at the new pump-
