E. Phillips Oppenheim
ASIN: B01M17D2OM
Publisher: Endymion Press
Pages: 202
“A club for diplomats and gentlemen,” Prince Karschoff remarked, looking lazily through a little cloud of tobacco smoke around the spacious but almost deserted card room. “The classification seems comprehensive enough, yet it seems impossible to get even a decent rubber of bridge.”Sir Daniel Harker, a many years retired plenipotentiary to one of the smaller Powers, shrugged his shoulders.“Personally, I have come to the conclusion,” he declared, “that the raison d’être for the club seems to be passing. There is no diplomacy, nowadays, and every man who pays his taxes is a gentleman. Kingley, you are the youngest. Ransack the club and find a fourth.”The Honourable Nigel Kingley smiled lazily from the depths of his easy-chair. He was a young Englishman of normal type, long-limbed, clean-shaven, with good features, a humorous mouth and keen grey eyes.“In actual years,” he admitted, “I may ...