“So, Mr. Nick,' murmured the valet, applying shaving soap to his employer's face with an ivory-handled brush, 'are you writing a book?' Damn him, thought Lerner. He knows I detest conversation with a razor at my throat. 'My memoirs,' he… — Albert E. Cowdrey Copy Share Image
“Well, we all come to it in time - we are broken down to ground-level, and must construct ourselves anew. If we survive, we… — Albert E. Cowdrey Copy Share Image
“So, Mr. Nick,' murmured the valet, applying shaving soap to his employer's face with an ivory-handled brush, 'are you writing a book?' Damn him,… — Albert E. Cowdrey Copy Share Image
