Chapter 1. When Three Is A Mystery
_ CHAPTER I. WHEN THREE IS A MYSTERY
"Mr. Shirley is waiting for you in the grill-room, sir. Just step this way, sir, and down the stairs."
The large man awkwardly followed the servant to the cosey grill-room on the lower floor of the club house. He felt that every man of the little groups about the Flemish tables must be saying: "What‘s he doing here?"
"I wish Monty Shirley would meet me once in a while in the back room of a ginmill, where I‘d feel comfortable," muttered the unhappy visitor. "This joint is too classy. But that‘s his game to play--"
He reached the sought-for one, however, and exclaimed eagerly: "By Jiminy, Monty. I‘m glad to find you--it would have been my luck after this day, to get here too late."
He was greeted with a grip that made even his generous hand wince, as the other arose to smile a welcome.
"Hello, Captain Cronin. You‘re a good sight for a grouchy man‘s eyes! Sit down and confide the brand of your partic

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