E Phillips Oppenheim

Peter Ruff and the Double Four E Phillips Oppenheim

Book Excerpt: ...r. Will you have something to eat? I finished dinner an hour ago, but - ""Thank you," Fitzgerald interrupted, "I supped - extremely well in Streatham!""In Streatham!" she repeated. "Why, how did you get there? The fog is awful.""Fogs do not trouble me," Fitzgerald answered. "I walked. I could have done it as well blindfold. I will take a whisky and soda, if I may."She led him to an easy-chair."I will mix it myself," she said. Without being remarkably good-looking, she was certainly a pleasant and attractive-looking young woman. Her cheeks were a little pale; her hair - perfectly natural - was a wonderful deep shade of soft brown. Her eyes were long and narrow - almost Oriental in shape - and they seemed in some queer way to match the room; he could have sworn that in the firelight they flashed green. Her body and limbs, notwithstanding her extreme slightness, were graceful, perhaps, but with the grace of the tigress. She wore a green silk dressing jacket, pulled...