blue hour

a languid young lady named lou wore a dressing gown of blue her silver mirror reflected the scarlet life she had selected a perfume bottle of green contrived to complete the scene she heard a knock on the yellow door she had passed this way before her saucy maid entered the room with an air of impending doom oh miss lou, she cried there is a gentleman outside to say this is very hard but he is from scotland yard and it is his unpleasant task some questions for you to ask thank you, lily, said lou i know that your heart is true leave us now if you please with this gent i will shoot the breeze lou greeted her unwelcome guest with an air that would have impressed the queens of england and france if they had been there by chance the detective’s name was bash he sported a gray mustache and without further ado he delivered this message to lou madam, i think it best that you do not resist arrest i have a charge to relate approved by a magistrate that on august twenty-sixth you were seen in company with a man named albert bend who came to an untimely end and was found with four bullets in his head unmistakably dead in an alley behind a chip shop where his body had been dropped his previous movements’ history had remained a mystery though we searched from south to north only now has a witness come forth to fil in the lacunae of the deceased’s last night and day as a result of this information i must ask you to come to the station of course, replied lou with a drawl wait a moment while i put on my shawl for the night has a noticeable chill but i always cooperate with old bill outside a car was parked a black sedan, unmarked with lou settled in the back seat it rolled away down the street evincing no sign of regret lou lit a cigarette and watched as the streets unfurled in the fog enshrouded world the trip went on and on and on were they going to drive until dawn? though she did not break into song lou knew that something was wrong this was not the way to the yard her captors played a strange card all lou could do was wait to learn the decree of fate she felt they were near the river and indulged in a ladylike shiver at the sound of a midnight clock the car pulled up to a dock life is but a dream it won’t do to shout or scream and on that note, my friend our tale comes to an end a languid young lady named lou wore a dressing gown of blue she never knew what was false or true and neither do i or you