From The Best Stories of Wilbur Daniel Steele 1946 John Ruffo got out among the rubble of stone and steel at the approach to the bridge. "Well," he said to his chauffeur, "you can wait for me here; I'll be back pretty quick; I got to see Koulous a second, that's all." This was really what he had come for. He did it often of an evening, after the workmen were gone and before it grew too dark to survey, in solitude so, and from a height, the strong, beautiful, gigantic thing he had made. Leaning over the parapet, he spread his arms wide. "Davie! Ay, you! David Winter! Hallo!" "I never!"