Tarzan had been wont to traverse the Rue Maule on his way home at night. Because it was very quiet and very dark it reminded him more of his beloved African jungle than did the noisy and garish streets surrounding it. If you are familiar with your Paris you will recall the narrow, forbidding precincts of the Rue Maule. If you are not, you need but ask the police about it to learn that in all Paris there is no street to which you should give a wider berth after dark.

This café likes to frenchify the names of its dishes to make them sound better than they actually are — they call their fish and chips poisson-frites.

'What's the time?' she said. 'I must fly. Miss'll start creating.'

This soggy match will not light.