“I don’t know. But I’ve got my wolf back,” he touched the sheet with his tongue. “I’ve had him for a week.” “The hell you have.” “Oh, yes. My dear wolf. Every time I take a drink he goes outside the room. He can’t stand alcohol. The poor little fellow.” He moved his tongue round and round on the sheet. “He’s a lovely wolf. He’s just like he always was.” William Campbell shut his eyes and took a deep breath. “You got to take a cure, Billy,” Mr. Turner said. “You won’t mind the Keeley. It isn’t bad.” “The Keeley,” William Campbell said. “It isn’t far from London.” He shut his eyes and opened them, moving the eyelashes against the sheet. “I just love sheets,” he said. He looked at Mr. Turner. “Listen, you think I’m drunk.” “You _are_ drunk.” “No, I’m not.” “You’re drunk and you’ve had dt’s.” “No.” William Campbell held the sheet around his head. “Dear sheet,” he said. He breathed against it gently. “Pretty sheet. You love me, don’t you, sheet? It’s all in the price of the room. Just like in Japan. No,” he said. “Listen Billy, dear Sliding Billy, I have a surprise for you. I’m not drunk. I’m hopped to the eyes.” “No,” said Mr. Turner. “Take a look.” William Campbell pulled up the right sleeve of his pyjama jacket under the sheet, then shoved the right forearm out. “Look at that.” On the forearm, from just above the wrist to the elbow, were small blue circles around tiny dark blue punctures. The circles almost touched one another. “That’s the new development,” William Campbell said. “I drink a little now once in a while, just to drive the wolf out of the room.” “They got a cure for that, ‘Sliding Billy’” Turner said. “No,” William Campbell said. “They haven’t got a cure for anything.” “You can’t just quit like that, Billy,” Turner said. He sat on the bed. “Be careful of my sheet,” William Campbell said. “You can’t just quit at your age and take to pumping yourself full of that stuff just because you got in a jam.” “There’s a law against it. If that’s what you mean.” “No, I mean you got to fight it out.” Billy Campbell caressed the sheet with his lips and his tongue. “Dear sheet,” he said. “I can kiss this sheet and see right through it at the same time.” “Cut it out about the sheet. You can’t just take to that stuff, Billy.”