CLUB, CLUB FOR SALE.

9.00 .am. LONDON.
At that moment there was a loud ring at the bell, and he could hear his Secretary raising her voice in a wail of expostulation and dismay.
"By heavens Keith" he said,half rising, "i believe that they are really after us"
"No, it,s not quite so bad as that. It is the unofficial force--- the County Road irregulars.
As he spoke, there came a swift pattering of business like Brogues and working boots upon the stairs, a clatter of high voices, and in rushed a dozen assorted Businessmen and Labourers.There was some show of discipline among them despite their tumultuous entry, for they instantly drew up in line and stood facing the two men with expectant faces. One of their number, taller and older than the others stood forward with an air of lounging superiority and pronounced the arrival of The Protest Few.He then threw his scarf around his neck and whistled through his ears.
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