England -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction; English fiction -- 20th century; Short stories, English
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MIXED GRILL
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BY
W. PETT RIDGE
AUTHOR OF “MORD EM’LY,” ETC.
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“If you can’t make up your mind what to
order,” said the City waiter, “how about trying
the mixed grill? You may not like all of it, but
what you don’t care for you can easily leave!”
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HODDER AND STOUGHTON
NEW YORK AND LONDON
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_Printed in_ 1913
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CONTENTS
PAGE
I THIRD PERSON SINGULAR 1
II A BENEVOLENT CHARACTER 17
III THE WONDERFUL START 29
IV SLOW RECOVERY 44
V LOOSE CASH 57
VI PRICE OF JAMES MCWINTER 88
VII A CASE OF SUSPICION 111
VIII QUESTION OF TEMPERATURE 130
IX FOREIGN AFFAIRS 148
X BEFORE LUNCH 160
XI COUNTER ATTRACTIONS 176
XII HERO OF HAMMERTON STREET 189
XIII DAMAGES FOR LIBEL 202
XIV THE REST CURE 218
XV REWARD FOR COURAGE 242
I—THIRD PERSON SINGULAR
I MET him when I was in town at a party, where he and I were about the
only grownups; he took a good deal of trouble over the youngsters, doing
conjuring tricks to amuse them, and singing songs at the pianoforte that
made them laugh. Later in the evening, when some of the kids had been
fetched, he and I became friendly, and we had a most interesting chat.
He agreed with my views regarding the Australian team of the previous
summer; he was in full sympathy concerning the difficulty of making one
pair of white gloves do for two evenings. I asked for his name and
address.
“Don’t think I have a card to spare, old chap,” he said, in his easy way.
“Daresay we shall meet again.”
“I’d awfully like to make sure of it,” I said. “My mother may want you
to run down to our place.”
“That’s a different matter. Here’s a pencil; write it on something. Or
allow me. I’m coming back here at ten,” he went on. “You won’t be gone
before that, I hope?”
“I must,” I replied. “My governess will call at half-past nine to take
me home.”
“What an existence we men about town do live, to be sure. Always
hurrying from one place to another.”
“If my mother writes to you, Mr. Cartwright,” I said, offering my hand,
“you won’t fail to come along.”
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