She
went into the drawing-room, where she found Roscoe Sherriff
strumming on the piano.
'Eustace has been raising Cain,' she said.
The Press-agent looked up hopefully. He had been wearing a rather
preoccupied air.
'How's that?' he asked.
'Throwing eggs and plates in the kitchen.'
The gleam of interest which had come into Roscoe Sherriff's face
died out.
'You couldn't get more than a fill-in at the bottom of a column on
that,' he said, regretfully. 'I'm a little disappointed in that
monk. I hoped he would pan out bigger. Well, I guess we've just
got to give him time. I have an idea that he'll set the house on
fire or do something with a punch like that one of these days. You
mustn't get discouraged. Why, that puma I made Valerie Devenish
keep looked like a perfect failure for four whole months. A child
could have played with it. Miss Devenish called me up on the
phone, I remember, and said she was darned if she was going to
spend the rest of her life maintaining an animal that might as
well be stuffed for all the liveliness it showed, and that she was
going right out to buy a white mouse instead. Fortunately, I
talked her round.
'A few weeks later she came round and thanked me with tears in her
eyes. The puma had suddenly struck real mid-season form.
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