{"product_id":"2940013408081","title":"THE BRASS BOWL","description":"I\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDUST\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn the dull hot dusk of a summer's day a green touring-car,\u003cbr\u003eswinging out of the East Drive, pulled up smartly, trembling, at\u003cbr\u003ethe edge of the Fifty-ninth Street car-tracks, then more sedately,\u003cbr\u003eunder the dispassionate but watchful eye of a mounted member of\u003cbr\u003ethe Traffic Squad, lurched across the Plaza and merged itself in\u003cbr\u003ethe press of vehicles south-bound on the Avenue.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIts tonneau held four young men, all more or less disguised in\u003cbr\u003edust, dusters and goggles; forward, by the side of the grimy and\u003cbr\u003eanxious-eyed mechanic, sat a fifth, in all visible respects the\u003cbr\u003ecounterpart of his companions. Beneath his mask, and by this I do\u003cbr\u003enot mean his goggles, but the mask of modern manner which the\u003cbr\u003eworldly wear, he was, and is, different.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe was Daniel Maitland, Esquire; for whom no further introduction\u003cbr\u003eshould be required, after mention of the fact that he was, and\u003cbr\u003eremains, the identical gentleman of means and position in the\u003cbr\u003esocial and financial worlds, whose somewhat sober but sincere and\u003cbr\u003ewhole-hearted participation in the wildest of conceivable\u003cbr\u003eescapades had earned him the affectionate regard of the younger\u003cbr\u003eset, together with the sobriquet of \"Mad Maitland.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHis companions of the day, the four in the tonneau, were in that\u003cbr\u003ehumor of subdued yet vibrant excitement which is apt to attend the\u003cbr\u003econclusion of a long, hard drive over country roads. Maitland, on\u003cbr\u003ethe other hand, (judging him by his preoccupied pose), was already\u003cbr\u003eweary of, if not bored by, the hare-brained enterprise which,\u003cbr\u003einitiated on the spur of an idle moment and directly due to a\u003cbr\u003ethoughtless remark of his own, had brought him a hundred miles (or\u003cbr\u003eso) through the heat of a broiling afternoon, accompanied by\u003cbr\u003espirits as ardent and irresponsible as his own, in search of the\u003cbr\u003edubious distraction afforded by the night side of the city.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs, picking its way with elephantine nicety, the motor-car\u003cbr\u003eprogressed down the Avenue--twilight deepening, arcs upon their\u003cbr\u003ebronze columns blossoming suddenly, noiselessly into spheres of\u003cbr\u003eopalescent radiance--Mr. Maitland ceased to respond, ceased even\u003cbr\u003eto give heed, to the running fire of chaff (largely personal)\u003cbr\u003ewhich amused his companions. Listlessly engaged with a cigarette,\u003cbr\u003ehe lounged upon the green leather cushions, half closing his eyes,\u003cbr\u003eand heartily wished himself free for the evening.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47079441465584,"sku":"2940013408081","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013408081_p0.jpg?v=1763592045","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013408081","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}