Sunday Night, Ten O'Clock

A study in Washington on a Sunday night in March, warm green-shaded lamplight, on a green felt desk top a broadcast microphone, a dark grey glossy cylindrical head with a finely perforated grille at the front, a small plain brass plate on top, in a yoke with a knurled screw, above it a curved black arched plate and on its right side an upright black plate, both plain and unmarked, a short neck on an ornate cast iron base with a scrolled rim, beside it a glass of water and typewritten sheets lying face down, a hand in a dark suit sleeve laying down a sheet, a dark marble fireplace soft behind.