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      JILL THE RECKLESS

       BY

       P. G. WODEHOUSE

       HERBERT JENKINS LIMITED

       3 DUKE OF YORK STREET ST. JAMES'S, LONDON, S.W. 1

       TO

       MY WIFE BLESS HER

       CONTENTS

       CHAPTER PAGE I. The Family Curse 9

       II. The First Night at the Leicester 34

       III. Jill and the Unknown Escape 45

       IV. The Last of the Rookes Takes a Hand 51

       V. Lady Underhill Receives a Shock 68

       VI. Uncle Chris Bangs the Table 82

       VII. Jill Catches the 10.10 106

       VIII. The Dry-Salters Wing Derek 119

       IX. Jill in Search of an Uncle 131

       X. Jill Ignores Authority 142

       XI. Mr. Pilkington's Love Light 151

       XII. Uncle Chris Borrows a Flat 168

       XIII. The Ambassador Arrives 180

       XIV. Mr. Goble Makes the Big Noise 193

       XV. Jill Explains 218

       XVI. Mr. Goble Plays with Fate 230

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       XVII. The Cost of a Row 252

       XVIII. Jill Receives Notice 260

       XIX. Mrs. Peagrim Burns Incense 278

       XX. Derek Loses One Bird and Secures Another 287

       XXI. Wally Mason Learns a New Exercise 308

       JILL THE RECKLESS [9]

       CHAPTER I

       THE FAMILY CURSE I

       Freddie Rooke gazed coldly at the breakfast-table. Through a gleaming eyeglass he inspected the revolting object which Barker, his faithful man, had placed on a plate before him.

       "Barker!" His voice had a ring of pain. "Sir?"

       "What's this?" "Poached egg, sir."

       Freddie averted his eyes with a silent shudder.

       "It looks just like an old aunt of mine," he said. "Remove it!"

       He got up, and, wrapping his dressing-gown about his long legs, took up a stand in front of the fireplace. From this position he surveyed the room, his shoulders against the mantelpiece, his calves pressing the club fender. It was a cheerful oasis in a chill and foggy world, a typical London bachelor's breakfast-room. The walls were a restful grey, and the table, set for two, a comfortable arrangement in white and silver.

       "Eggs, Barker," said Freddie solemnly, "are the acid test!" "Yes, sir?"

       "If, on the morning after, you can tackle a poached egg, you are all right. If not, not. And don't let anybody tell you otherwise." "No, sir."

       Freddie pressed the palm of his hand to his brow, and sighed.[10]

       "It would seem, then, that I must have revelled a trifle whole-heartedly last night. I was possibly a little blotto. Not whiffled, perhaps,

       but indisputably blotto. Did I make much noise coming in?" "No, sir. You were very quiet."

       "Ah! A dashed bad sign!"

       Freddie moved to the table, and poured himself a cup of coffee. "The cream jug is to your right, sir," said the helpful Barker.

       "Let it remain there. Cafe noir for me this morning. As noir as it can jolly well stick!" Freddie retired to the fireplace and sipped

       delicately. "As far as I can remember, it was Ronny Devereux' birthday or something...."

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       "Mr. Martyn's, I think you said, sir."

       "That's right. Algy Martyn's birthday, and Ronny and I were the guests. It all comes back to me. I wanted Derek to roll along and join the festivities--he's never met Ronny--but he gave it a miss. Quite right! A chap in his position has responsibilities. Member of Parliament and all that. Besides," said Freddie earnestly, driving home the point with a wave of his spoon, "he's engaged to be married. You must remember that, Barker!"

       "I will endeavour to, sir."

       "Sometimes," said Freddie dreamily, "I wish I were engaged to be married. Sometimes I wish I had some sweet girl to watch over me and.... No, I don't, by Jove. It would give me the utter pip! Is Sir Derek up yet, Barker?"

       "Getting up, sir."

       "See that everything is all right, will you? I mean as regards the food-stuffs and what not. I want him to make a good breakfast. He's got to meet his mother this morning at Charing Cross. She's legging it back from the Riviera."

       "Indeed, sir?"

       Freddie shook his head.

       "You wouldn't speak in that light, careless tone if you knew her! Well, you'll see her to-night. She's coming here to dinner." "Yes, sir."

       "Miss Mariner will be here, too. A foursome. Tell Mrs. Barker to pull up her socks and give us something pretty ripe. Soup, fish, all

       that sort of thing. She knows. And[11] let's have a stoup of malvoisie from the oldest bin. This is a special occasion!"

       "Her ladyship will be meeting Miss Mariner for the first time, sir?"

       "You've put your finger on it! Absolutely the first time on this or any stage! We must all rally round and make the thing a success."

       "I am sure Mrs. Barker will strain every nerve, sir." Barker moved to the door, carrying the rejected egg, and stepped aside to allow a tall, well-built man of about thirty to enter. "Good morning, Sir Derek."

       "Morning, Barker."

       Barker slid softly from the room. Derek Underhill sat down at the table. He was a strikingly handsome man, with a strong, forceful face, dark, lean and cleanly shaven. He was one of those men whom a stranger would instinctively pick out of a crowd as worthy of note. His only defect was that his heavy eyebrows gave him at times an expression which was a little forbidding. Women, however, had never been repelled by it. He was very popular with women, not quite so popular with men--always excepting Freddie Rooke, who worshipped him. They had been at school together, though Freddie was the younger by several years.

       "Finished, Freddie?" asked Derek. Freddie smiled wanly.

       "We are not breakfasting this morning," he replied. "The spirit was willing, but the jolly old flesh would have none of it. To be perfectly frank, the Last of the Rookes has a bit of a head."

       "Ass!" said Derek.

       "A bit

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