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Updated: May 11, 2025
"Dey just butted in," said Master Maloney, resuming his narrative. "I was sittin' here, readin' me book, when de foist of de guys blows in. 'Boy, says he, 'is de editor in? 'Nope, I says. 'I'll go in and wait, says he. 'Nuttin' doin', says I. 'Nix on de goin'-in act. I might as well have saved me breat! In he butts. In about t'ree minutes along comes another gazebo.
Past the church and the manor house, with its odd little turreted summer-house, or gazébo, perched on the corner of the garden-wall; past a row of ancient larch-trees and a grove of Scotch pines; past smooth-rolling meadows full of cattle and sheep; past green orchards full of fruit for the famous and potent Somereset cider; past the old town of Cannington, where the fair Rosamund was born, and where, on our day, we saw the whole population in the streets, perturbed by some unknown excitement and running to and fro like mad folks; past sleepy farms and spacious parks and snug villas, we rolled along the high-road, into Bridgewater, a small city, where they make "Bath bricks," and where the statue of Admiral Blake swaggers sturdily in the market-place.
"I know." Silence again. "Two hundred thousand plunks," breathed Spike. "What a necklace!" thought Jimmy. "Keggs told me dat. De old gazebo what hands out de long woids. I could find out where dey're kept dead easy. "What a king of necklaces!" thought Jimmy. "Shall I, Mr. Chames?" "Shall you what?" asked Jimmy, coming out of his thoughts with a start.
He's just got a couple of handouts an' he passes one to me, an' we gits to talkin'. He gits to tellin' me somethin' about a nutty old gazebo who lives in the next town, which he had just left.
And I suppose if I keep too still about it, somebody else will come riding onto the ranch and carry her off. It's my game, I guess, to stay around and watch. And if I find any gazebo getting too thick with her, then up speaks little Bertie for the word that makes her his. "If she'll have me," he added. "But she's a good many pegs above me just now and I've got more than a living to make.
Does de odder mug, de vally gazebo, give him de glad eye? Not so's you could notice it. He gives him de merry ha-ha. He says dat dat's de woist tale dat's ever bin handed to him. 'Tell it to Sweeney! he says. 'I knows youse. Youse woims yourself into de house as a guest, when youse is really after de loidy's jools. At dese crool woids, de odder mug, Galer, gits hot under de collar.
"Dey falls to scrappin' good an' hard. Dey couldn't see me, an' I couldn't see dem, but I could hear dem bumpin' about and sluggin' each other to beat de band. An', by and by, one of de mugs puts do odder mug to de bad, so dat he goes down and takes de count; an' den I hears a click. An' I know what dat is. It's one of de gazebos has put de irons on de odder gazebo."
Philpotts and a gazebo what calls himself Waterman and about 'steen more of dem." A faint smile appeared upon Psmith's face. "And is Comrade Windsor in there, too, in the middle of them?" "Nope. Mr. Windsor's out to lunch." "Comrade Windsor knows his business. Why did you let them in?" "Sure, dey just butted in," said Master Maloney complainingly.
Looking eastward down the town from the same favoured gazebo, the long perspective of houses declined and dwindled till they merged in the highway across the moor.
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