The Adventures of Sally

Carmyle met his cousinLancelot in Piccadilly. They had returned by different routes fromRoville, and Ging

I wanted to se

" said Ginger

latform and is acceptinga card from the conjurer. He felt bewildered. In all the years of theiracquaintance he could not recall another such exhibition of geniality onhis cousin's part

hat you had returned and that you werestaying at the club. By the way,

it, passout of his life. Her abrupt departure had left him with that baffled anddissatisfied feeling which, though it has little in common with love atfirst sight, frequently produces the same effects. She had had, hecould not disguise it from himself, the better of their late encounterand he wa

ad a very pleasant talk.""I bet

ciously. His attitude towards Sally's addressresembled somewhat that of a connoisseur w

hich are not published in America.""Oh, pretty nearly everything is published in America, what? Bound tobe, I mean.""Well, these partic

d I'll send them to h

inger revealed the sacred number of the holy street which had the luckto be Sally's headquarters. He did it be

ina dapper little morocco-bound note-book. He was the sort of man whoalw

pause. Bruce C

Donald this mor

t now, and hewas a man who objected to waste. He spoke coldl

eral Club, but never a favourite of Ginger's. There wereother minor uncles and a few subsidiary aunts who went to make up theFamily, but Uncle Donal

was that about Uncle Donald's personalitywhich would have cast a sobering influence over the orgies of theEmperor Tiberius at Capri. To dine with him at a morgue like that relicof Old London, Bleke's Coffee House, whic

t you've got to go."Uncle Donald's invitations were royal commands in the Family. "Ifyou've another e

was little sympathy between thesecousins: yet, oddly enough, their thoughts as they walked centred on thesame object. Bruce Carmyle, threading his way briskly through the

hopeless love. Hopeless love had got Ginger all stirred up. Hishad been hitherto a placid soul. Even the financial crash which had soaltered his life had not bruised him very deeply. His temperament hadenabled him to bear the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune with aphiloso

er, stopping suddenly op

f rebellion. Rebellion is aforest fire that flames across the soul. The spark had been lighted inGinger, and long before he reached Hyde Park Corner he was ablaze andcrackling. By the time he return

he struggled moroselywith an obstinate tie. One cannot disguise the fact--Ginger was warmingup. And it was just

the door, and a waiter

orwarded onfrom the Hotel Normandie. It was a wireless, handed

Death to t

down heavil

ngy door of Bleke's Coffee House in the Strand was ratherstruck by his fare's manner