By Agatha Christie
The autobiography of the queen of puzzle, Agatha Christie.
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If the lush woke up, he could see that I had both hands on the paper. We averaged about ten dollars a night. An average night went more or less like this. We started work about eleven o'clock, getting on the uptown IRT at Times Square. At 149th Street, I spotted a flop and we got off. 149th Street is a station with several levels and dangerous for lush-workers because there are so many spots where cops can hide, and it is not possible to cover from every angle. On the lower level the only way out is by the elevator.
We were standing by a closed filling station, looking back at the elevated. "Let's go," I said. ' We started to walk. I noticed that my mouth was bone dry. Roy took two goof balls from his shirt pocket. "Mouth's too dry," he said. " We went on walking. "There's sure to be an alarm out for us," Roy said. "Keep a lookout for cars. We'll duck in the bushes if any come along. " The drizzle continued. Dogs barked at us as we walked. "Remember our story if we get nailed," Roy said. "We fell asleep and woke up at the end of the line.
I could feel fear stirring in my stomach. " "No. Let's go again. . Now! . What in hell is wrong with you? " "Roy," I said, "For Chris' sake let's get off! " I started to get up, but Roy held me down. Suddenly he gave me a sharp push, and I fell heavily against the mooch. "Got it that time," Roy said. " We were out of the underground now and on the elevated. I was nauseated with fear, every muscle rigid with the effort of control. The mooch was only half asleep. I expected him to jump up and yell at any minute.