The cloud which had hung about the policeman's face passed from it as if beneath some magic spell. His tongue came slowly out of his mouth and moved lovingly over his arid lips. His one visible eye gleamed with the light which never was on land or sea.
"Are you with me, Mr. Beamish?" he asked.
"I precede you, Mr. Garroway," said Hamilton Beamish.
By P. G. WODEHOUSE
THE SMALL BACHELOR
DIVOTS
HE RATHER ENJOYED IT
BILL THE CONQUEROR
GOLF WITHOUT TEARS
JEEVES
LEAVE IT TO PSMITH
MOSTLY SALLY
THREE MEN AND A MAID
INDISCRETIONS OF ARCHIE
THE LITTLE WARRIOR
A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS
SAM IN THE SUBURBS