Smoke Bellew (PDF, MOBI, EPUB, FB2, TEXT)

lub that afternoon, and, in an alcove off the library, encountered his uncle. "Hello, avuncular relative," Kit greeted, sliding into a leather chair and spreading out his legs. "Won't you join me?" He ordered a cocktail, but the uncle contented himself with the thin native claret he invariably drank. He glanced with irritated disapproval at the cocktail, and on to his nephew's face. Kit saw a lecture gathering. "I've only a minute," he announced hastily. "I've got to run and take in that Keith exhibition at Ellery's and do half a column on it." "What's the matter with you?" the other demanded. "You're pale. You're a wreck." Kit's only answer was a groan. "I'll have the pleasure of burying you, I can see that." Kit shook his head sadly. "No destroying worm, thank you. Cremation for mine." John Bellew came of the old hard and hardy stock that had crossed the plains by ox-team in the fifties, and in him was this same hardness and the hardness of a childhood spent in the conquerin