I Was Jack Mortimer (Pushkin Collection)
“He didn’t take the car home, however, but gave it, together with the day’s takings, to the other driver, Georg Haintl, in Margaretenstrasse. Then he caught a tram to Fünfhaus, one of the outer suburbs, where he rented a room from Herr Oxenbauer, a railwayman, near the garage where he kept his cab.
Without taking off his coat, he sat down on his bed and leant against the shabby old wall-hanging depicting a lurcher giving chase to a hare.The smell of petrol wafted from the adjacent room; the door to it, blocked by a washstand, was shut.He got up and flung the window open.On the far side of a backyard, which was bordered only by a low wall, rows of street lights flickered around the perimeter of a large undeveloped plot of land. In the darkness of an adjoining garden, shrubbery rustled in the wind. He pulled off his coat, threw himself on the bed and lit a cigarette.
Shortly afterwards, the railwayman’s teenage daughter brought him his supper on a black tray with a faded golden pattern.
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