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Updated: June 22, 2025
James Gollop of the Sayers Automobile Company returned to New York one evening and, knowing that it was too late to base any hope on either MacDougall Alley or the Martha Putnam hotel, repaired, in lieu thereof, to the palm-garden precincts of the place in which he had last dined with Mary Allen.
That brought him to another tormenting question, which was how long this affair had been going on. How long had the Judge been in town? How many times had he met and entertained her? And horrible condition! suppose of the two men she had learned to like Judge Woodworth-Granger better than James Gollop? That would be a tragedy.
Wiggins, I'm afraid that some day thinking too much will be the death of you! What time does Mr. Gollop show up in the morning?" "He's usually here when I come, sir," replied the perturbed and conscience-stricken Wiggins. "Well, to-morrow morning when he comes send him in to me, but Wiggins! Don't say a word what I want him for. You can go now."
Gollop, having regard for the expressio falsi as compared with the suppressio veri, was strictly a prevaricator or that he told the exact truth, because he had slipped four whole days up his sleeve for his own entertainment; four whole days in which he had not the slightest intention of visiting his firm; four whole days that he intended to devote to art research, and exploration exploration of a wilderness known as MacDougall Alley.
Gollop has gone called away hurriedly; just in time to catch a train; no time to pack. And see here, Smith you're to forget it all the very minute after the job is done! Understand?" "Very well, sir," said Smith, with a grin, and disappeared. Before the door had closed Holmes was at the plant telephone, and Jimmy was compelled to admire the way in which he avoided all waste of time.
"I never knew that your name was James Gollop, and that you were a commercial man, until within the last five minutes! If there were need I could swear it." "Then," he demanded, blankly, "who in the deuce did you think I was, anyhow?" "I thought," she said with a slight shrug, "that you were Judge James Woodworth-Granger, of whom I suppose you have never heard.
Mr. James Gollop had to fight an impulse to sing, dance, shout and altogether conduct himself with the improprieties that are chronicled against one King David, who played on timbrels and recklessly jazzed himself out of his job. Unlike King David, he came to his senses in time to commune with himself and to admonish himself. "Steady, Jimmy! Steady! Whoa there! Back up! Ca'm yourself!
When he tried to think about it, he found nothing but a roaring of wind and of waves in his ears, a numbness of arms as he laboured with the oar tholed abaft to keep her heavy head up, a prickly chill in his legs as the brine in the wallowing boat ran up them, and then a great wallop and gollop of the element too abundant round him.
So, in due time, the Judge got away from that hotel unscathed; but to his extreme annoyance, now that he had openly plunged into politics and felt the necessity for becoming acquainted with the larger cities in the state despite the consequent discomforts of travel and sojourn, this man Gollop always intruded.
At intervals the local train stopped and emitted passengers, but Mr. James Gollop clung to his platform as if having no frantic longing for a seat. And at Princetown he patiently waited until the crowd thinned, and with one eye glared through blue glasses forward to make certain of the Judge's departure.
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