"So this is the end."
A pale, haggard man mumbled the words to himself as he slumped lower in his chair in a fourth-floor apartment of the swank colonnaded Taj Mahal Hotel in Bombay one day last week. India manager of the great London grain firm of Strauss & Co., he had just been ordered to close his office, stop all payments at once. Presently a messenger arrived with a cablegram. It was from his wife in England. "Try not to worry. Good luck and love." Slowly the man dragged himself across the room to...
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