"A Victory Over Death" was published in the following Sunday's
supplement of the "Times," with illustrations by one of the staff
artists. It attracted not the least attention.
Just before he went to bed the Sunday evening of its appearance,
Condy read it over again for the last time.
"It's a rotten failure," he muttered gloomily as he cast the paper
from him. "Simple drivel. I wonder what Blix will think of it.
I wonder if I amount to a hill of beans. I wonder WHAT she wants
to go East for, anyway."
Chapter IX
The old-fashioned Union Street cable car, with its low,
comfortable outside seats, put Blix and Condy down just inside the
Presidio Government Reservation. Condy asked a direction of a
sentry nursing his Krag-Jorgensen at the terminus of the track,
and then with Blix set off down the long board walk through the
tunnel of overhanging evergreens.
The day could not have been more desirable. It was a little after
ten of a Monday morning, Condy's weekly holiday. The air was
neither cool nor warm, effervescent merely, brisk and full of the
smell of grass and of the sea. The sky was a speckless sheen of
pale blue. To their right, and not far off, was the bay, blue as
indigo. Alcatraz seemed close at hand; beyond was the enormous
green, red, and purple pyramid of Tamalpais climbing out of the
water, head and shoulders above the little foothills, and looking
out to the sea and to the west.
The Reservation itself was delightful.
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