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By Leslie Charteris

When the Saint is going for a drink in a brand new York nightclub—Cookie’s Cellar—he discovers the fairly attractive nightclub singer Avalon Dexter; even if, he quickly meets the fewer gorgeous Cookie herself.

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The waiter dissolved disconsolately into the shadows, and Simon settled again back with a sigh. After having suffered a lot, a bit extra may hardly ever make any distinction. A curly-haired younger guy in a white tuxedo seemed on the microphone and boomed in the course of the expectant hush, “Ladies and gentlemen…Cookie’s Cellar…welcomes you all again…and proudly presents…that candy singer of candy songs…Miss…Avalon…Dexter! Let’s all provide her a pleasant titanic hand. ” all of us gave her a pleasant huge hand, and Simon took one other mouthful of his diluted ice-water and braced himself for the worst because the curly-haired younger guy sat down on the piano and rippled in the course of the introductory bars of the most recent well known discomfort. during a reluctant yet rather wide schooling within the a variety of saloons and bistros of the city, the Saint had realized to anticipate little or no uplift, both vocal or noticeable, from candy singers of candy songs. in particular once they have been only thrown in as a secondary charm to bridge a spot among the dance tune and the megastar act, in pursuance of the easiest confirmed coverage of nightclub administration, which found some time past that the single foolproof solution to flatter the highbrow point of the common habitué is to offer him neither the necessity nor the chance to make any audible dialog. however the Saint felt rather younger, in rather solid overall healthiness, and reasonably robust adequate to take something that Cookie’s Cellar might dish out, for one evening at the least, buttressing himself with the data that he was once doing it for his nation… after which unexpectedly all that used to be long gone, as though the concepts had by no means crossed his brain, and he used to be having a look and listening in entire stillness. And puzzling over why he had by no means performed that ahead of. the lady stood below the one tinted highlight in an easy white gown of difficult perfection, lower and draped with crafty artlessness to caress each line of a determine that may have worn something or not anything with equivalent grace. She sang: “For it’s an extended, very long time From may well to December, And the times develop brief in the event you succeed in November…” She had reddish-golden-brown hair that hung lengthy over her shoulders and was once lower directly throughout above huge brown eyes that had the marginally oriental and but not-oriental solid that stems from many of the peoples of japanese Europe. Her mouth was once point and clean-cut, with a wealthy reduce lip that warmed all her face with a promise of inward fact that may be deeper and extra enduring than any usual prettiness. Her voice had the harmonic richness of a cello, sustained with excellent mastery, sculptured with perfect diction, transparent and natural as a bell. She sang: “And those few helpful days I’d spend with you; those golden days I’d spend with you. ” The tune died into silence, and there has been a perceptible house of breath sooner than the silence boiled right into a crash of applause that the accompanist, this time, didn't have to guide. after which the tawny hair used to be waving because the lady bowed and tossed her head and laughed; after which the piano was once strumming back; after which the lady was once making a song back, anything gentle and rhythmic, yet nonetheless with that shining accuracy that made every one word like a bubble of crystal; after which extra applause, and the Saint was once applauding with it, after which she was once making a song anything else that used to be sluggish and indigo and will by no means were vital till she positioned center and realizing into it and combined them with consummate artistry; after which once again, with the rattle and thunder of call for like waves breaking among the bars of melody, and the tawny mane tossing and her beneficiant lips smiling; after which all of sudden not more, and he or she was once long past, and the spell was once damaged, and the noise used to be empty and so gave up, and the Saint took a protracted swallow of scarcely flavoured ice-water and puzzled what had occurred to him.

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