Chucker-out

Then Dawes made a remark which caused Paul to throw half a glass of beer in his face. “Oh, Mr. Morel!” cried the barmaid, and she rang the bell for the “chucker-out.”

"An old scrapper don't find many openings. Chucker-out at a pub with free drinks. Nothing doing there."

[…] a shining angel, but — pitch! — ah now, Mrs. Philip Ederney! There's no denying that the dad's soul mayn't be as white as it would be if he hadn't spent ten years as a chucker-out in a speak-easy in Chicago. Souls get a bit blind and tough in that sort of job and, sure enough, […]

Then came the end of the turn, when the dummy asked us all to 'kindly rise and give a toast to his Majesty the King', at which Mack didn't stand but shouted, 'Kindly leave off, will you?' I moved along the row of seats towards him. By the time I got to him they were changing the scenery on the stage, and he was having a fight with the chucker-out.

But the feature of the place was really Abdul, the chucker-out. Abdul was a huge fellow, reputed to be an^([sic]) eunuch, coal-black, shiny, and with biceps that would have made Jack Dempsey cry.