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CONTENTS

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OFF SANDY HOOK[1]
GEMINI[15]
A DISH OF MACARONI[31]
“FREDDY & CIE[44]
UNDER THE ELECTRICS[60]
“VALCOURT’S GRIN”[68]
THE EVOLUTION OF THE FAIREST[81]
THE REVOLT OF RUSTLETON[95]
A DYSPEPTIC’S TRAGEDY[107]
RENOVATION[119]
THE BREAKING PLACE[133]
A LANCASHIRE DAISY[143]
A PITCHED BATTLE[154]
THE TUG OF WAR[164]
GAS![180]
AIR[193]
SIDE![205]
A SPIRIT ELOPEMENT[219]
THE WIDOW’S MITE[230]
SUSANNA AND HER ELDERS[241]
LADY CLANBEVAN’S BABY[264]
THE DUCHESS’S DILEMMA[276]
THE CHILD[287]
A HINDERED HONEYMOON[295]
“CLOTHES—AND THE MAN—!”[308]
THE DEVIL AND THE DEEP SEA[317]

OFF SANDY HOOK

AND OTHER STORIES

OFF SANDY HOOK

On board the Rampatina liner, eleven days and a half out from Liverpool, the usual terrific sensation created by the appearance of the pilot-yacht prevailed. Necks were craned and toes were trodden on as the steamer slackened speed, and a line dexterously thrown by a blue-jerseyed deck-hand was caught by somebody aboard the yacht. The pilot, not insensible to the fact of his being a personage of note, carefully divested his bearded countenance of all expression as he saluted the Captain, and taking from the deck-steward’s obsequiously proffered salver a glass containing four-fingers of neat Bourbon whisky, concealed its contents about his person without perceptible emotion, and went up with the First Officer upon the upper bridge as the relieved skipper plunged below. The telegraphs clicked their message—the leviathan hulk of the liner quivered and began to forge slowly ahead, and an intelligent-looking, thin-lipped, badly-shaved young man in a bowler, tweeds, and striped necktie, introduced himself to the Second Officer as an emissary of the Press.