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Tales of Chinatown

The White Hat
I
MAJOR JACK RAGSTAFF
"Hallo! Innes," said Paul Harley as his secretary entered. "Someone is making a
devil of a row outside."
"This is the offender, Mr. Harley," said Innes, and handed my friend a visiting
card.
Glancing at the card, Harley read aloud:
"Major J. E. P. Ragstaff, Cavalry Club."
Meanwhile a loud harsh voice, which would have been audible in a full gale, was
roaring in the lobby.
"Nonsense!" I could hear the Major shouting. "Balderdash! There's more fuss
than if I had asked for an interview with the Prime Minister. Piffle! Balderdash!"
Innes's smile developed into a laugh, in which Harley joined, then:
"Admit the Major," he said.
Into the study where Harley and I had been seated quietly smoking, there
presently strode a very choleric Anglo-Indian. He wore a horsy check suit and
white spats, and his tie closely resembled a stock. In his hand he carried a heavy
malacca cane, gloves, and one of those tall, light-gray hats commonly termed
white. He was below medium height, slim and wiry; his gait and the shape of his
legs, his build, all proclaimed the dragoon. His complexion was purple, and the
 
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