The diviners words Flashcards
Up in the tall stacks of the library
Weathered spines
She didn’t relish going into that room
The Great White Way
At the doorway of the collections room
She cranked up the old Victrola to keep her company and chase away the shivers.
The jaunty tune help her ease her jitters
In the corner by the fireplace
Like a storm cellar
She spied a Bible holding up a potted fern. And mother says I’m a heathen.
A man drawled
She came painting into the room.
They were tucking into he’s attaché case.
Eerie glow
She had the nagging feeling she’d seen Sam, of all people.
Hidden behind a jagged slope of rock
Sam had bided his time in the hustle and bustle of Times Square.
A good time to ply their trade
He extricated a wallet from a pocket
Snatch a purse from a restaurant table
It was precisely that EDICT that made the watch so appealing.
Sneak something out of his father’s drawer and smuggled the treasure into his coat
Wincing as she pressed a damp cloth to his scraped chin.
Henry Ford, Jake Marlowe
For an egghead
A warm Amber glow
In the Museum of the creepy crawlies, searching in the dim light for his jacket.
The poor chump
Sam moved seamlessly through the crowd and lifted the sailor’s wallet from his pants pocket with ease
A stack of newspapers clippings a good two inches thick
He riffled through the stories, dismissing them with a smirk.
Fall ill with the sleeping sickness.
He repeated a phrase that baffled everybody
A pretty swell proposition
Unless she killed him in a fit of pique
Scabbard
