EVERY NIGHT AT HALF-PAST NINE
... EVERY NIGHT AT HALF -PAST NINE. By JOHN CLARKE. SO soon after leaving India, the whole thing seemed a little ridiculous. Ten days before, he had been muscling his way, or his right to a way, along Chowrhingee, Calcutta's main street. Now he walked along an English lane and had for company only the evening noises that insects and birds make and the scrunch of his mosquito boots on the loose top ...