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conventional black of the statesman He, too, bore the American label

unmistakably Nearer and nearer to West she drew, and he saw that in her

hand she carried a copy of the Daily Mail

West's waiter was athat no table in the

roo at save that at which he held ready a chair Thus

he lured the girl and her companion to repose not five feet from where

West sat This accomplished, he whipped out his order book, and stood

with pencil poised, like a reporter in an American play

"The strawberries are delicious," he said in honeyed tones

The irl, a question in his eyes

"Not for me, dad," she said "I hate them! Grapefruit, please"

As the waiter hurried past, West hailed him He spoke in loud defiant

tones

"Another plate of the strawberries!" he commanded "They are better than

ever to-day"

For a second, as though he were part of the scenery, those violet eyes

lance Then their owner slowly spread

out her own copy of the Mail