Adventure, July 1, 1928 — page 143: what you’re looking at

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A Novelette of the Malay Peninsula By CHARLES GILSON ~ He preferred to look facts in the face. The ordinary poor devil who went under in the tropics was either an inveterate gambler or an unreformed drunkard; and he was neither, just a first class, special fool—one of those people who possess what may be called a genius for irrespon- sibility, who work and live, drink, laugh and make love, with never a thought for the morrow. Of a sudden, his introspective medi- tations were disturbed by something very like a broken sob. For a moment he was startled, for he had believed himself to be alone. The seat upon which he sat on the palm shaded praya was backed by a clump of shrubs; and he had not noticed 137 that, on the other side of these shrubs, was another and a similar seat. The one faced the shipping and the sea; the other, the deserted cricket ground, beyond which were the lighted windows of the Singapore hotels, clubs and cafés, from the Hétel de Europe to Raffles’. Now, there are men—God save the mark—who speak like women, and women with the voices of men; but there was never a man and a woman who wept alike. This was a woman’s sob and, though soft, it was pitched ona plaintive, vibrant note, which made Cartwright sit bolt upright and forget for the moment his own worries and troubles. A woman undoubtedly. And, if so, a comilicloooks.com