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Carnehan is sober, and so am I. Look at us first, and see that's sure. It will save you cutting into my talk. We'll take one of your cigars apiece, and you shall see us light up." I watched the test. The men were absolutely sober, so I gave them each a tepid whisky-and-soda. "Well and good," said Carnehan of the eyebrows, wiping the froth from his moustache. "Let me talk now, Dan.
I waylaid old Bodger Colonel Bodger, on the committee of the club, you know and suggested over a whisky-and-soda that the management of Brown's would be behaving like sportsmen if they bumped my salary up a bit, and the old boy nearly strangled himself trying to suck down Scotch and laugh at the same time. I give you my word, he nearly expired on the smoking-room floor.
There was a light in the library, the door of which was ajar, and on the large table were decanters, a siphon, and some biscuits and sandwiches. A large grip stood upon the floor, also. For some reason which was a mystery to me, Smith had decided that we must assume false names whilst under the roof of the Gables; and: "Now, Pearce," he said, "a whisky-and-soda before we look around?"
A whisky-and-soda, and a double one at that, to drink he was tired of these French wines. A steak "from the grill" undoubtedly a steak tender, juicy, red, with "chipped" potatoes, lying in long gold-and-brown fingers around it. His teeth clashed at the thought of it! What would he have "to follow"? Something rich and cold! A meringue glacée was not good enough for the occasion.
The big Englishman was contemplating a whisky-and-soda in the hall of the hotel. It was by no means the first of its series. He gazed dully at Reggie. "Thought you were at Chuzenji," he said thickly. "I had to come down for the special service for the Archduke Franz Ferdinand," said Reggie, excitedly. "They gave us a regular wake, champagne by the gallon!
"No hurry," observed Brent, changing to geniality. He laid his hand on the bell. "Have a whisky-and-soda and a cigar? We've finished our business, and I guess you're a man as well as a lawyer?" But the visitor was unable to disassociate his personal identity from his office, and he bowed himself out. Brent laughed when he had gone.
I was on the point of offering to take him to my own club and give him his first whisky-and-soda therein. But I refrained. The sight of an extant club might have maddened the man. It certainly was very hard for him, to have belonged to a club for ten years, to have loved it so passionately from such a distance, and then to find himself destined never to cross its threshold.
"Can I offer you a whisky-and-soda?" he inquired. "I thank you, no," was the quiet reply. There was a short pause. "You wished to see me on some business connected with the election, no doubt?" Brooks suggested. His visitor shook his head slowly. He knocked the ash from his cigarette and smiled whimsically. "My dear fellow," he said, "I haven't the least idea why I came to see you this evening."
"Yes, sir, I served them each with a whisky-and-soda. But they are not Germans, sir, I'll swear to that." "We'll see, anyhow," was the manager's response. "You guard your door carefully, and I'll go in at the public entrance. Will you come with me, sir." The manager led Bob to the door by which he had first entered the room, and then they both entered silently.
He looked at it, and shook his head, and begged for a cool drink for the Lord's sake; and then, having muddled the wits he had tried to stimulate with quarts of whisky-and-soda, went away, saying: "I can do nothing. Send for me at once if you see a change."
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