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Honeybrook rose to his feet. "Sir," he said, turning to Power, "to the best of my belief you are not a member of this club." "I am a member of any club in America I choose to enter," the intruder declared. "As for you writing and acting popinjays, I could break the lot of you if I chose. I came to see you, Ware. Come out from your friends and talk to me."
Honeybrook knocked the ash from his cigar and accepted the role of spokesman. "Mr. Power," he said, "we are a hospitable company here, and we are at all times glad to entertain our friends. At the same time, the privileges of the club are retained so far as possible for those who conform to a reasonable standard of good manners."
They drank his health, forced him into the place of honour by the side of Honeybrook, veteran of the club, and ate their meal to the accompaniment of ceaseless bursts of laughter, chaff, the popping of corks, mock speeches, badinage of every sort. Philip felt, somehow, that his brain had never been clearer.
Honeybrook, who had followed the two men out of the room, fumbling for a moment in his locker and, coming over to Philip, dropped something into the latter's overcoat pocket. "Rather like a scene in a melodrama, isn't it, Ware," he whispered, "but I know a little about Sylvanus Power. It's only a last resource, mind." Philip fetched his hat, and the two men stepped out on to the pavement.
"Say, that's Sylvanus Power!" one of the young men at the table exclaimed. "Looks a trifle grim, doesn't he?" "It's the old man, right enough," Noel Bridges murmured. "Wonder what he wants down here? It isn't in his beat?" Honeybrook, the great New York raconteur, father of the club, touched Philip upon the shoulder. "Hey, presto!" he whispered.
"Why don't you come and join us, too? We'll have a rubber of bridge afterwards." "That's great," the other declared. "Come on, Ware. We'll rag old Honeybrook into telling us some of his stories." The little party gathered together at the end of the common table.
I am only at present a member by courtesy of this club, but it isn't often that any one has reason to complain of lack of hospitality here. If you take my advice, you'll apologise to these gentlemen for your shockingly bad behaviour when you came in. Tell them that you weren't quite yourself, and I'll stand you a drink myself." "That goes," Honeybrook assented gravely. "It's up to you, sir." Mr.
I am nearer the door than you are, and I should say about three times as strong. How would a fight suit you?" Ware's hand was in his overcoat pocket. "Not particularly," he answered. "Besides, it wouldn't be fair. You see, I am armed, and you're not." As though for curiosity, he drew from his pocket the little revolver which Honeybrook had slipped into it.
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