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find out。 Right here； doubtless； his Dutch ancestor had e ashore some three hundred years ago。 Now he； Ish； had rounded the full circle。
He noticed the Statue of Liberty。 〃Liberty！〃 he thought ironically。 〃At least； I have that！ More than anyone ever thought of； when they put the lady up there with her torch！〃
Close to the shore of Governor's Island a large liner was beached。 She must have been run aground at high tide； and now at low tide she loomed up far above the water； canted at a crazy angle。 Secretly infected before leaving Europe； before long with passengers and crew alike dead and dying； that ship must have made desperately for port…for a port which itself had strangely ceased to send out signals。 No tugs came out to meet her。 Perhaps a dying boatswain on the bridge lacked even the crew to drop an anchor； and with dimming eyes merely steered her toward the mudbank。 There she would rest； and doubtless the waves would wash up mud against her obstructing bulk； and in a century she would be almost indistinguishable…the rust…covered center of a little island with trees growing up around her。
Going on； Ish swung off through the East Side； struck a noisome area again at the great center of Bellevue Hospital； turned west and found the same difficulty around Pennsylvania Station and the adjoining hotels； and finally went north on Eleventh Avenue。 He turned into Riverside Drive； and noticed that the sun was getting low over the smokeless smokestacks of the Jersey shore。 He was just wondering where he should spend the night when he heard a voice calling out； 〃Hi； there！〃
Princess burst into a frenzy of barking。 Stopping the car； he looked back； and saw a man emerging from the entryway of an apartment house。 Ish got out to meet him； leaving the barking Princess in the car。
The man advanced with outstretched hand。 He was pletely conventional…looking； well shaved； wearing a tropical worsted suit； with even the coat on。 He was middle…aged and overweight； with a smiling face。 Ish half expected him to break into the conventional shopkeeper's greeting 〃Well； sir； what can I do for you today？〃
〃Abrams is the name；〃 he said； 〃Milt Abrams。〃
Ish fumbled for his own name…it was so long since he had thought of it。 Introductions over； Milt Abrams took him inside。 They went into a pleasant apartment on the second floor。 A blond…haired woman； about forty； well dressed； almost smart…looking； was sitting at a cocktail table； and there was a cocktail shaker before her。 〃Meet…the Mrs。；〃 said Milt Abrams； and from the way he hesitated； Ish knew that the Mrs。 merely covered up his embarrassment。 The catastrophe would scarcely have spared a husband and wife； and there had been no opportunity for any ceremony since。 Milt Abrams was obviously conventional enough to let this worry him even under the circumstances。
The Mrs。 looked at Ish with a smile； possibly at Milt's disfort。 〃Call me Ann；〃 she said。 〃And have a drink！ Warm martinis； that's all I can offer you！ Not a scrap of ice in New York City！〃 In her own way she was as typical a New Yorker as Milt。
〃I tell her；〃 said Milt。 〃I keep on telling her； not to drink that stuff…warm martinis are poison。〃
〃Think of it；〃 said Ann； 〃spending a whole summer in New York City…and without a scrap of ice！〃 Nevertheless； she seemed to have overe her dislike of warm martinis sufficiently to have got on the outside of several of them。
〃Here； I'll offer you something better；〃 said Milt。 Opening a cupboard； he displayed a fine shelf of Amontillado； Napoleon brandy； and selected liqueurs。 〃And；〃 he added； 〃they don't call for ice。〃
Obviously； Milt was a natural connoisseur in liquor。 The bottle of Chateau Margaux that he produced for dinner was further proof。
Chateau Margaux over a meal of cold canned corned beef was not perhaps all that could be wished； but the wine was plentiful enough to produce in Ish a slight and happy befuddlement。 Ann was definitely befuddled by this time。
The evening passed pleasantly enough。 They played cards by candlelight…three…handed bridge。 They drank liqueurs。 They listened to records on a tinny…toned portable phonograph which had the great advantage of not needing electric power； but of being wound up by hand。 They talked…as you might talk on any evening。 〃That record scratches。。。。 I haven't won a finesse yet。。。。 Let me have another glassful。〃
It was a kind of make…believe。 You pretended there was a world outside the windows； you were playing cards by candlelight because that was a pleasant thing to do； you did not trade reminiscences or talk of what you might think anyone would talk about under such circumstances。 And Ish realized that this was proper and right。 Normal people； and Milt and Ann seemed to be certainly normal； did not concern themselves much with either the distant past or the distant future。 Fortunately； they lived in the present。
Yet； as the cards were dealt and played； by incidental remarks here and there； Ish put together a great deal of the situation。 Milt had been part…owner of a small jewelry store。 Ann had been the wife of someone named Harry； and they had been prosperous enough to spend summers on the coast of Maine。 The only work for pay that Ann had ever done had been to sell perfume in one of the more exclusive shops； as a kind of lark during the Christmas rush。 Now the two of them occupied a fine apartment； vastly better than even Harry had been able to provide。 The electricity had failed immediately； because the dynamos which supplied New York had been steam…driven； the water supply remained apparently at normal； and this prevented any sanitary problem。
Actually they were marooned on Riverside Drive。 Being ordinary New Yorkers they had never owned a car； and so neither of them could drive。 Automobiles were mysteries to them。 Since all public transportation had now disappeared； they were left wholly afoot； and neither was of an age or temperament or physique to enjoy walking。 Broadway； with its still well…stocked food… and liquor…stores； formed their practical eastern limit； the River lay to the west； they wandered up and down the Drive； perhaps half a mile north and south。 That was their world。
Within these narrow limits they did not think that anyone else was living。 As to what might be happening in the rest of the city； they had not as much idea as Ish。 To them the East Side was as far off as Philadelphia； Brooklyn might as well be Saudi Arabia。
Once in a while； indeed； they had heard cars go by on Riverside Drive； and on rare occasions they had seen one。 They had been wary； however； about approaching any of the cars； because from loneliness and a sense of helplessness； a fear had e upon them； and they had a land of bug…a…boo terror about roving gangsters。
〃But everything was getting so quiet that I really wanted to see someone。 You weren't driving fast；〃 said Milt almost diffidently； 〃and I saw you were alone； and didn't look bad； and had an out…of…town license。〃
Ish started to say that he would give them his pistol； but checked himself。 Firearms were as likely to create as to solve difficulties。 In all probability Milt had never fired a gun in his life； and he did not look like an apt learner。 As for Ann； she gave the impression of being one of those excitable women who would be as dangerous to friend as to foe if she ever started cutting loose with a pistol。
In spite of having no motion pictures and no radio and in spite of lacking even that great and continual show of the passing populace of the city； still Milt and Ann did not seem to be particularly bored。 They played cribbage； alternating with two…handed rummy…for high； but of course mythical； stakes。 As the result； Ann now owed Milt several millions of dollars。 They played endless records…jazz； folk…songs； dance…tunes…on the tinny phonograph。 They read uncounted volumes of mystery stories which they got from the circulating libraries on Broadway and left strewn around the apartment。 Physically； he guessed； they found each other attractive。
But if they were not bored； neither did they seem to have much pleasure in life。 There was a great vacantness somewhere。 From shock they were walking in a kind of haze。 They were people without hope。 New York； their world； had vanished； it would never live again in their time。 They had no interest when Ish tried to tell them what had happened in the rest of the United States。 〃Falls Rome； falls the world。〃
Next morning Ann was having another warm martini at breakfast； and still plaining that there was not a scrap of ice in New York City。 They urged him to stay longer； they urged him even to stay permanently。 He could certainly find himself a girl somewhere in New York； they said； she would make a fourth for bridge。 They were the pleasantest people he had found since the catastrophe。 Yet he had no desire to stay there with them； even if he could locate a girl for a fourth at bridge…and other things。 No； he decided； he would strike back for the West again。
But as he drove off and they stood at the entryway of the apartment…house and waved to him； he almost turned back to stay a while longer。 He liked them； and he pitied them。 He h