Produced by Ernest Schaal, Suzanne Shell and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net [Illustration: _Scene from the Play_ THE INSPECTION OF THE SERVANTS. _Act I_] COME OUT OF THE KITCHEN _A ROMANCE_ BY ALICE DUER MILLER WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY PAUL MEYLAN AND SCENES FROM THE PLAY [Illustration] NEW YORK GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS Copyright, 1916, by The Century Co. Copyright, 1915, by International Magazine Company (HARPER'S BAZAR) _Published, April, 1916_ COME OUT OF THE KITCHEN! I THE window of Randolph Reed's office was almost completely covered by magnificent gold block lettering. This to any one who had time and ability to read it--and the former was more common in the community than the latter--conveyed the information that Reed dealt in every kind of real estate, from country palaces to city flats. The last item was put in more for the sake of symmetry than accuracy, for the small Southern town contained nothing approaching an apartment house. From behind this pattern of gold, Reed peered eagerly one autumn afternoon, chewing the end of a frayed cigar, and listening for the sound of a motor. He was a stout young man, of an amiable though unreadable countenance, but like many people of a heavy build, he was capable of extreme quickness of movement. This was never more clearly shown than when, about four o'clock, the wished for sound actually reached his ears. A motor was approaching. With a bound Reed left the window, and, seated at his desk, presented in the twinkling of an eye the appearance of a young American business man, calm and efficient, on an afternoon of unusual business pressure. He laid papers in piles, put them in clips and took them out, snapped rubber bands about them with frenzied haste, and finally seizing a pen, he began to indite those well-known and thrilling words: "Dear Sir: Yours of the 15th instant received and contents--" when the motor drew up before his door. It was an English car; all green and nickel; it moved like an expert skater on perfect ice. As it stopped, the chauffeur dropped from his place beside the driver. The driver himself, removing his glasses, sprang from the car and up the office steps, slapping the pockets of his coat as he did so in a search which soon appeared to be for cigarettes and matches.