text: Lanyard, shaving and dressing, could distinctly hear a tuneless voice contentedly humming "Sally in our Alley," a rendition punctuated by one heavy thump and then another and then by a heartfelt sigh of relief-as Roddy kicked off his boots-and followed by the tapping of a pipe against grate bars, the squeal of a window lowered for ventilation, the click of an electric light, and the creaking of bed springs.