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Upper-class scoundrel Basil Seal, mad, bad, and dangerous to know, creates havoc wherever he goes, much to the despair of the three women in his life-his sister, his mother, and his mistress. When Neville Chamberlain declares war on Germany, it seems the perfect opportunity for more action and adventure. So Basil follows the call to arms and sets forth to enjoy his finest hour-as a war hero. Basil's instincts for self-preservation come to the fore as he insinuates himself into the Ministry of Information and a little-known section of Military Security. With Europe frozen in the "phoney war," when will Basil's big chance to fight finally arrive?
me? This is the Near East Department. You ought to see Mr. Pauling." "Mr. Pauling sent me to you." "Did he? I wonder why. I'll ask him." The unhappy official took up the telephone and after being successively connected with Films, the shadow cabinet of the Czecho-Slovaks and the A.R.P. section, said: "Pauling. I have a man called Seal here. He says you sent him." "Yes." "Why?" Page 28 Put Out More Flags "Well you sent me that frightful Turk this morning." "He was child's play to this." "Well,
"A problem child." When Marlene had been treated for her queerness, Barbara came back to say good night. "I'll stay up a bit and work on this book." "All right, darling. Good night," She bent over the back of the sofa and kissed the top of his head. "Not blubbing any more?" "No, not blubbing." He looked up at her and smiled. She smiled back; it was the same smile. They saw themselves, each in the other's eyes. There's no one like Basil, thought Barbara, seeing herself — no one like him, when he's
They were the only people I ever saw. And then I met Cedric who was poor and very, very soft-boiled and tall and willowy and very unhappy in a boring smart regiment because he only cared about Russian ballet and baroque architecture. He had the most charming manner and he was always laughing up his sleeve about people like my father and his officers in the regiment. Poor Cedric, it used to be such fun finding things to give him. I bought him an octopus once and we had a case made for its tank,
something inalienable from his state; the artist's birthright. "How did you hear about it?" "In the War Office." "What am I to do about all this?" asked Ambrose helplessly. "The flat, and the furniture, and my books, and Mrs. Carver?" "I tell you what. If you like I'll move in and take care of it for you until it's safe to come back." "Would you really, Basil?" said Ambrose, touched. "You're being very kind." For some time now Basil had felt himself unfairly handicapped in his pursuit of Susie by
an important point. The thing is that we aren't separable any more." "Let nothing unite us but death. You always thought I was going to die, didn't you?" "Yes." "The dog it was that died...Anyway this is no time to be thinking of marrying. Look at Peter. He's not been married six weeks and there he is joining a gang of desperadoes. What's the sense of marrying with things as they are? I don't see what there is to marriage, if it isn't looking forward to a comfortable old age." Page 103 Put Out