MISS CAYLEY'S ADVENTURES BY GRANT ALLEN WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY GORDON BROWNE London 1899 CONTENTS I The Adventure of the Cantankerous Old Lady II The Adventure of the Supercilious Attaché III The Adventure of the Inquisitive American IV The Adventure of the Amateur Commission Agent V The Adventure of the Impromptu Mountaineer VI The Adventure of the Urbane Old Gentleman VII The Adventure of the Unobtrusive Oasis VIII The Adventure of the Pea-Green Patrician IX The Adventure of the Magnificent Maharajah X The Adventure of the Cross-Eyed Q.C. XI The Adventure of the Oriental Attendant XII The Adventure of the Unprofessional Detective ILLUSTRATIONS All agog to teach the higher mathematics I am going out, simply in search of adventure Oui, Madame; Merci Beaucoup, Madame Excuse me, I said, but I think I can see a way out of your difficulty A most urbane and obliging Continental gentleman Persons of Miladi's temperament are always young That succeeds? the shabby-looking man muttered I put her hand back firmly He cast a hasty glance at us Harold, you viper, what do you mean by trying to avoid me? Circumstances alter cases, he murmured Miss Cayley, he said, you are playing with me I rose of a sudden, and ran down the hill I was going to oppose you and Harold He kept close at my heels I was pulled up short by a mounted policeman Seems I didn't make much of a job of it Don't scorch, miss; don't scorch How far ahead the first man? I am here behind you, Herr Lieutenant Let them boom or bust on it His open admiration was getting quite embarrassing Minute inspection I felt a perfect little hypocrite She invited Elsie and myself to stop with her The Count I thought it kinder to him to remove it altogether Inch by inch he retreated Never leave a house to the servants, my dear! I may stay, mayn't I? I advanced on my hands and knees to the edge of the precipice I gripped the rope and let myself down I rolled and slid down There's enterprise for you Painting the sign-board The urbane old gentleman He went on dictating for just an hour He bowed to us each separately I waited breathless What, you here! he cried He read them, cruel man, before my very eyes 'Tis Doctor Macloghlen, he answered Too much Nile Emphasis Riding a camel does not greatly differ from sea-sickness Her agitation was evident Crouching by the rocks sat our mysterious stranger An odd-looking young man He turned to me with an inane smile Nothing seemed to put the man down Yah don't catch me going so fah from Newmarket Wasn't Fra Diavolo also a composah? Take my word for it, you're staking your money on the wrong fellah I am the Maharajah of Moozuffernuggar Who's your black friend? A tiger-hunt is not a thing to be got up lightly It went off unexpectedly I saw him now the Oriental despot It's I who am the winnah! He wrote, I expect you to come back to England and marry me It was endlessly wearisome The cross-eyed Q.C. begged him to be very careful I was a grotesque failure