The Cab of the Sleeping Horse by John Reed Scott
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V ANOTHER WOMAN Harleston walked down Sixteenth Street--the Avenue of the Presidents, if you have time either to say it or write it. The Secretary of State resided on it, and, as chance had it, he was descending the front steps as Harleston came along. Now the Secretary was duly impressed with all the dignity of his official position, and he rarely failed to pull it on the ordinary individual--cockey would be about the proper term. In Harleston, however, he recognized an unusual personage; one to whom the Department was wont to turn when all others had failed in its diplomatic problems; who had some wealth and an absolutely secure social position; who accepted no pecuniary recompense for his service, doing it all for pure amusement, and because his government requested it. "It's too fine a day to ride to the Department," said the Secretary. "It's much too fine, really, to go anywhere except to the Rataplan and play golf." Harleston agreed. "I'll take you on at four o'clock," the Secretary suggested. |
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