{"product_id":"2940013691421","title":"Nightmare!","description":"\"PHILIP, did you notice that tall, thin man in the gray ulster,\u003cbr\u003ewho was walking up and down the boat-deck just before dinner?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes, sir. I observed the gentleman. Very haristocratic\u003cbr\u003eappearance, if I may say so, Mr. Jones.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Exactly. He never bought that ulster in New York. When we reach\u003cbr\u003eLondon I want you to look around and see if you can find a tailor who\u003cbr\u003ewill make me one of the same cut.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Very well, sir. Very good taste, if I may say so, Mr. Jones.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You may. And--let's see--I need a few new golf sticks, and--a\u003cbr\u003edozen new shirts. Why did you pack this automatic in this trunk,\u003cbr\u003ePhilip? Put it in that suitcase.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes, sir. I 'ardly thought you'd require it while on board the\u003cbr\u003eLusitania, Sir, if I may say so, Mr. Jones.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Certainly you may. No, events requiring a pistol as stage-\u003cbr\u003eproperty are not frequent on a liner. By the way, you never showed me\u003cbr\u003ehow to work the thing, Philip.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"No, Sir. The shopman from whom I purchased it declared it simple\u003cbr\u003eof hoperation, but I 'ave not found it so sir.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Well, find out in London and show me. I never met a burglar, but\u003cbr\u003eif I ever should it would be embarrassing to point a pistol at him and\u003cbr\u003enot be able to fire it off. I admire the heroes of burglar stories.\u003cbr\u003eThey're always such efficient people.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Hunder exciting circumstances, sir, one becomes much more\u003cbr\u003eefficient. They bring it out of a man, if I may say so, Mr. Jones.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"By all means. Well, golf is exciting enough for me. Merridale and\u003cbr\u003eI are going to run over to the St. Andrews links. It's been the dream\u003cbr\u003eof my life to play the St. Andrews, but something has always come up\u003cbr\u003eto prevent.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Nothing is likely to hoccur, I am sure, sir. Shall I repack the\u003cbr\u003esteamer trunk now, Mr. Jones?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes. And call me a little earlier, in the morning, Philip. I have\u003cbr\u003ean idea it's going to be fine weather, and since it's the last of the\u003cbr\u003evoyage I want to make the most of it. What time is it? Eleven, eh?\u003cbr\u003eWell, I'll go to bed early for once and get a good night's rest. Thank\u003cbr\u003eHeaven for a quiet life, Philip. Cribbage and the Times for you, golf\u003cbr\u003eand--\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Beg pardon for hinterrupting, sir, but do you want this book\u003cbr\u003epacked in the trunk?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"'Paradise Island'? Yes, pack the thing away. Did you ever read\u003cbr\u003eit, Philip?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"No, sir. I don't care for them himpossible stories, if I may say\u003cbr\u003eso, sir.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"And welcome. Now, I'm thirty-two years old, I've yachted, ridden,\u003cbr\u003emotored and been about the world a good bit, and I've never had a real\u003cbr\u003eadventure in my life. People don't have adventures unless they're\u003cbr\u003egentlemen in the filibustering line, or polar explorers, or something\u003cbr\u003elike that. This modern world of ours is as safe as a church, barring\u003cbr\u003eaccidents, and they are never romantic. End in a hospital or a beastly\u003cbr\u003emorgue. Anybody I suppose, can find trouble by looking for it, but\u003cbr\u003ethat's not exactly in my line.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"No, sir. Very bad form, sir, if I may say so, Mr. Jones.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You may indeed. Here, I'll help you with that strap, and then--\u003cbr\u003ebed.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e * * * *\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRagged fragments of cloud raced across a sky where great,\u003cbr\u003ebrilliant stars beamed fitfully. The wind hurled the wave crests\u003cbr\u003ethrough space, so that the air was almost as watery as the wide waste\u003cbr\u003eof billows and creaming surges in the midst of which Mr. Roland C.\u003cbr\u003eJones, of New York City, found himself most unexpectedly struggling.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow it could be that he was here battling for his life, with the\u003cbr\u003estars, the wind and raging, tumbling seas for his sole companions, did\u003cbr\u003enot immediately trouble him. He was too thoroughly engaged in trying\u003cbr\u003eto get a breath that was not half or all salt water to concern himself\u003cbr\u003eabout either past or future. The mere physical present was a little\u003cbr\u003ebit more than he could comfortably handle.","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47083147526384,"sku":"2940013691421","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013691421_p0.jpg?v=1763597245","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013691421","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}