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London that historic su

back, as though the big baking city in those days was meant to serve as

an anteroom of torture--an inadequate bit of preparation for the

hell that was soon to break in the guise of the Great War About the

soda-water bar in the drug store near the Hotel Cecil many American

tourists found solace in the sirups and creah the

open s of the Piccadilly tea shops youquarts of hot tea in order to become cool It is a

paradox they swear by

About nine o'clock on theof Friday, July twenty-fourth, in that

memorable year nineteen hundred and fourteen, Geoffrey West left his

apartments in Adelphi Terrace and set out for breakfast at the Carlton

He had found the breakfast rooh soht still be had there As he took his way through the

crowded Strand, surrounded on all sides by honest British faces wet

with honest British perspiration he thought longingly of his roolish sound of that