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THE SORROWS OF SATAN 173
Fifty-fourth Street at half the rent I would have had to pay, and in a week or two he had my scrambled affairs running smoothly. Once more I began to have an appetite, and soon I was eating without regret, sleeping like a baby, and beginning to enjoy life a great deal more.
About this time I finished A Social Celebrity, which Mai St. Clair had directed. To celebrate the occasion we went to Jaekel's and ordered fur-lined overcoats with fur collars priced at $750 each. This was a sort of wish fulfillment for me. From the time I had been a small boy I had always remembered that the big stars who dined at my father's restaurants in Cleveland had always worn fur-lined overcoats. Now that my name was in lights on Broadway I felt that it was definitely time to blossom forth in a fur-lined overcoat with a big fur collar.
The coats Mai and I purchased were magnificent; they were productions; they must have weighed twenty pounds and would have served for an Arctic expedition. Although we had ordered the coats to face the rigors of New York weather, the day on which they were finally finished was quite warm. Nevertheless, when we stopped at Jaekei's to try on the coats, I decided to wear mine. After all, I had waited quite a number of years to own a fur-lined overcoat, and now that I had it I wanted to wear it regardless of the weather.
Not to be outdone, Mai wore his, too. As we started up Fifth Avenue we began to perspire freely and to attract attention. First people would turn to see what madmen were wearing fur coats on a day as balmy as spring; then they would recognize me.
"It's Menjou— it's Adolphe Menjou!" we heard them stagewhispering.
"Satisfied customers," I told Mai. "They've just seen Menjou in costume."
We couldn't have attracted more stares if we had walked up the Avenue in bathing suits. In Hollywood, where people were used to queer sights, nobody would have paid much attention to us; but on Fifth Avenue we were a sensation.