Ball, Eustace Hale / 2008-07-02 00:00:00

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THE VOICE ON THE WIRE


CHAPTER I
WHEN THREE IS A MYSTERY

"Mr. Shirley is waiting for you in the grill-room, sir. Just
step this way, sir, and down the stairs."
The large man awkwardly followed the servant to the cosey
grill-room on the lower floor of the club house. He felt that
every man of the little groups about the Flemish tables must be
saying: "What's he doing here?"
"I wish Monty Shirley would meet me once in a while in the back
room of a ginmill, where I'd feel comfortable," muttered the
unhappy visitor. "This joint is too classy. But that's his game
to play--"
He reached the sought-for one, however, and exclaimed eagerly:
"By Jiminy, Monty. I'm glad to find you--it would have been my
luck after this day, to get here too late."
He was greeted with a grip that made even his generous hand
wince, as the other arose to smile a welcome.
"Hello, Captain Cronin. You're a good sight for a grouchy man's
eyes! Sit down and confide the brand of your particular favorite
poison to our Japanese Dionysius!"
The Captain sighed with relief, as he obeyed.
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