volume on Albert’s desk. “From the cover it looks like hot stuff. Maybe there’s more to these here classics than I thought. Anything else I can do for you?”
“Just a second,” said Albert and made a quick check of his brief case. He had chalk, a piece of brass tubing, and a small quantity of charcoal.
“I guess not,” he said. “You run on back to the practice field. I have an engagement for this evening;—I suppose you’d call it a heavy date—and I’ve got to get ready for it.”
“Okay, Doc. I’ll be seeing you.” His hand was on the door knob when Albert stopped him.
“I have thought of something else. Will you scout around and see if you can find me a fire extinguisher? I’ve got to build a small fire in here shortly and I don’t want to take any chances of it getting out of hand.”
Martinelli looked bewildered, but he obeyed without question. “I got one in the car,” he said, “I’ll bring it right up.”
As the door shut behind him, Albert picked up the pocket book and examined the provocative scene on the cover with a great deal of interest. It showed two godlike young creatures engaged in some sort of a Renaissance bed. Albert eyed the male figure with a certain amount of envy—and then shrugged. Even if he were no physical prize, Priscilla’s dimensions were also several inches short of those of the impossibly curved and scantily dressed female who was sprawled out with a dreamy smile on her face.
“Aglon, Tetragram, vaycheon,” he muttered to himself and then settled down to wait Martinelli’s return with the extinguisher. With a sigh of anticipation, he flipped open the pocket book and began to read the first of The Adventures of Casanova.
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