ADVENTURE OF THE ROADMAN
houses. He was an adroit scandalmonger and would crawl a mile on his belly to anything that had a title or a million. I had a business introduction to his firm when I came to London, and he was good enough to ask me to dinner at his club.
There he showed off at a great rate, and pattered about his duchesses till the snobbery of the creature turned me sick. I asked a man afterwards why nobody kicked him, and was told that Englishmen reverenced the weaker sex.
Anyhow there he was now, nattily dressed, in a fine new car, obviously on his way to visit some of his fine friends. A sudden daftness took me, and in a second I had jumped into the tonneau and had him by the shoulder.
"Hello, Jopley," I sang out. "Well met, my lad!"
He got a horrid fright. His chin dropped as he stared at me. "Who the devil are you?" he gasped.
"My name's Hannay," I said, "from Rhodesia, you remember?"
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