Sometimes I went to quite, expensive restaurants with soft music. Sometimes I went on the river in boats full of noisy young men and their girlfriends. And then there was Broadway, with its theatres and bright lights.
One afternoon I was going back into my hotel when a fat man came and stood in front of me.
'Hello Bellford!' he cried loudly. 'What are you doing in New York? Is Mrs B. with you?'
'I'm sorry, but you're making a mistake, sir,' I said coldly. 'My name is Pinkhammer, Please excuse me.'
The man moved away, in surprise, and I walked over to the desk. Behind me, the man said something about a telephone.
'Give me my bill,' I said to the man behind the desk, 'and bring down my suitcase in half an hour.'
That afternoon I moved to a quite little hotel on Fifth Avenue.
One afternoon, in one of my favourite restaurants on Broadway, I was going to my table when somebody pulled my arm.
