Short Stories Summary Dusk Saki

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Dusk 
Saki
Norman
Gortsby considered dusk somewhat differently from others. To him dusk was a
time when losers in life, ashamed to face the world during daytime, come out
from concealment. These losers at dusk appear blurry and in all probability will
not be recognised by snoops.
Sitting on a
bench in Hyde Park on a March evening, Norman Gortsby was looking at thwarted
people walk here and there with tattered dresses and stooped shoulders. Near
him sat an old man with a feeble insolent air. Shortly, the old man left and
his place was taken by a young man.
The young
man was seemingly in an awful sulk, and Gortsby asked him the reason for his
terrible temper. The young man said that his regular hotel had been razed to
make place for a cinema. Hence, he had to stay at an unfamiliar hotel. As he
did not like the soap provided by the hotel, he went around the city searching
for a store to buy soap.
He bought
the soap and to his dismay he found that he had forgotten the name and the address
of his new hotel. Fortunately he had earlier written to his people the address
of the hotel and he was waiting to hear from them. He could get the address of
the hotel from them but his letter would reach them only the next day. Since he
left the hotel with only the money to buy some soap and a drink, he was forced
to spend the night in the outdoors, as he had no associates in London.
Gortsby realised that the young man had told his
strange story to make him to loan him some money. When Gortsby asked about the
soap he had bought, the young man could not show him the soap and said that he
might have lost it. The young man had to leave without getting any money from
Gortsby. Left alone again, Gortsby deliberated the young man’s sob story. He
thought that the purchase of soap was the crucial detail to make the young man’s
story plausible.
After a
while, when Gortsby was about to leave, he found a newly bought package of soap
on the ground. He reasoned that it might have come out of the young man’s
pocket as he sat down on the bench.
He hurried
to find the young man. When he found the young man he apologised for doubting
him and gave him the soap as well as a small amount of money. Gortsby also gave
him his card and his address so that the young man could return the money
later.
While
Gortsby was returning home, he passed the bench he had been sitting. He saw the
old man who had earlier sat with him searching for something. When Gortsby asked
the old man what he was looking for, he told Gortsby that he had lost a cake of
soap and he was searching for it.