Excerpt from Lady Larkspur He rose from his broad work-table (he scorned the familiar type of desk) and glared at me as though I were responsible for his troubles. As he knew I had been flying in the French Aviation Corps for two years and had just been invalided home, I didn't think it necessary to establish an alibi. But I hast ened to express my sympathy for his predica ment. Fate had been kind to Dick Searles. In college he had written a play or two that demonstrated his talent, and after a rigid ap prenticeship as scene-shifter and assistant pro duoer he had made a killing with Let George Do It, a farce that earned enough to put him at ease and meke possible an upward step into straight comedy. Even as we talked a capacity house was laughing at his skit, Who Killed Cock Robin? Just around the corner from his lodgings. So his story was not the invention of a rejected playwright to cover the non-appearance of a play which no body would produce. Isn't it always a mistake to write a play for a particular star? I suggested. Seems to me I've read somewhere that that is among the besetting sins of you playwrights. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.