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Updated: June 6, 2025
Clayton lingered at his table in the Grand Union café long after the waiter had removed his half-tasted dinner. He ordered an unaccustomed "highball" as he pondered over some means of circumventing the social treason of his dethroned "friend." Clayton easily found a valid reason, for the semi-treason of Ferris. "He is, after all, a stranger to me. His ambition leads him onward and upward.
I picked at some untimely food and sipped a highball they wouldn't let a lady smoke there and what interested me was the folks that come in. Folks always do interest me something amazing. Strange ones like that, I mean, where you set and try to figure out all about 'em, what kind of homes they got, and how they act when they ain't in a swell restaurant, and everything.
"Out dancin', I reckin." "The deuce. He promised me a highball." "Well," said Jim, "I guess that'll be all right. I got his bottle right here in my pocket." She smiled at him radiantly. "I guess maybe you'll need ginger ale though," he added. "Not me. Just the bottle." "Sure enough?" She laughed scornfully. "Try me. I can drink anything any man can. Let's sit down."
How could he hope to clear himself from the foul charge? Even as he yet swayed unsteadily upon his feet, a hand pressed across his eyes as if shielding them from that horrible vision, a voice, deep and strident, rang out: "Mike an' me have got the two cusses covered Mr. Winston. If they move, or you give us the highball, we 'll plug 'em dead centre!"
"You can't help her by killing yourself," said the doctor philosophically. "I like that woman with the gimlet eyes. At least I don't, but she's got sense. Go on. You haven't done yet. Another highball won't hurt you." He eyed Kirk with some sympathy. "It's a bad time for you, of course." "For me? Good God!" "You want to keep your nerve. Nothing awful is going to happen."
It was to comfort Miss Lawton for the blow which the loss of this devoted friend must be to her that I came to-day." "I fancy the loss itself will be consolation enough, Mr. Mallowe. The accident was tragic, of course. It takes courage to clean a gun, sometimes more courage, perhaps, than to spill into a glass an ingredient not usually included in a Scotch highball, let us say." "Mr.
And the battle had raged until the hot-headed Irishman, beside himself with the grueling the pair of skilled logomachists were giving him, accepted with huge relief the kindly invitation of Terrence McFane to retire with him to the tranquillity and repose of the stag room, where, over a soothing highball and far from the barbarians, the two of them could have a heart to heart talk on real music.
The secretary had hardly disappeared before the office-boy entered with a tray and glasses. Simultaneously a clerk, entering from another door as though by accident, swept up the balance sheets of the L.D. and M. and bore them away. Bulger's glance followed the papers hungrily for a second; then turned back on Norcross, carefully mixing a Scotch highball.
And before that ..." "Oh, forget it." Rand dismissed Geraldine with a shrug. "I know she was talking through a highball glass. As far as selling the collection is concerned, you just let Rivers sell you a bill of something you hadn't gotten a good look at. He's a smart operator, and he's crooked as a wagon-load of blacksnakes.
During the ten days that I spent in Saigon I stayed at the Hôtel Continental. I shall remember it as the place where they charged a dollar and a half for a highball and fifty cents for a lemonade. It was insufferably hot. I can sympathize now with the recalcitrant convict who is punished by being sent to the sweat-box.
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