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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
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 -
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
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 -