UNDER THE ANDES
by Rex Stout
THE SWEETHEART OF A KING.
The scene was not exactly new to me. Moved by the spirit of
adventure, or by an access of ennui which overtakes me at times,
had several times visited the gaudy establishment of Mercer, on
fashionable side of Fifth Avenue in the Fifties. In either case
had found disappointment; where the stake is a matter of
there can be no excitement; and besides, I had been always in
But on this occasion I had a real purpose before me, though not
an important one, and I surrendered my hat and coat to the
at the door with a feeling of satisfaction.
At the entrance to the main room I met Bob Garforth, leaving.