Achmed Abdullah

“ The valet bowed. "Lord Vyvyan is at the British Embassy."
"Sure. That's where he hangs out. But—" Tom looked up sharply—"how in hell do you know?"
The valet coughed. He blushed a little.
"A—a telegraphic report in the Berlin papers," he murmured, "advising his appointment ..."
Tom grinned.
"More wireless cabling without wireless?" he laughed, amused at the other's discomfiture. "Say! Europe isn't asleep by a darned sight. She can sure teach us Americans some! Well—scoot! Put a poached egg in your shoe and beat it! Ring up Vyvyan and tell him to come round here. ”

“ And he let out a high-pitched, blood-curdling war-whoop which caused the irascible banker on the floor below to speak to his man servant who in turn, knocking discreetly at the back door of Tom's apartment, to be told by Krauss that an American had taken the place.
"Yes. Ein Amerikaner! Ein ganz wilder—a perfectly wild one!" ”

“ Tom Graves went to his bedroom, where Krauss had already opened the trunks and distributed their contents.
"Say, Krauss," went on Tom, "I guess they'll be all dressed in their best soup and gravy at the Colonel's, eh?"
"Yes, sir. There will be mostly officers, and they'll all be in full uniform, sir. May I"—he coughed—"may I suggest that you wear—ah, evening dress?"
Tom glared at him.
"Say!" said he. "I know what to wear all right, all right. You may have served in some of the best houses in Berlin, but believe me—I have danced in some of the best houses in Spokane. I know. ”