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"What a mercy it is," Lady Enid continued lightly, "that Malkiel is a syndicate, instead of a man. If he wasn't, and Sir Tiglath ever got to know him, he would try to murder him, and how foolish that would be! It would be rather amusing, though, to see Sir Tiglath do a thoroughly foolish thing, wouldn't it!"
The Prophet obeyed. "And now take this pledge that, till the last day " "What day?" "The last day, sir, you will reveal to no living person that there is such an individual as Malkiel, that you have ever met him, who he is, or who Madame and family are, unless I give the word. You have surprised my secret. You have forced yourself upon me. You owe me this. Drink!" Mechanically the Prophet drank.
"Hennessey!" cried the voice of Mrs. Merillia again. "Come in here. I must speak to you." Gustavus darted on into the darkness of the Prophet's room, but Malkiel the Second was so alarmed that he stayed where he was, finding himself totally incapable of movement. "Hennessey!" repeated the voice. Then there was a faint rustling, the door was opened more widely, and Mrs.
"Well, we shall see when they do meet," said Lady Enid, throwing a look of keen curiosity at the astronomer. "I rather think " here she lowered her voice and whispered in the Prophet's ear "I rather think Sir Tiglath wishes to try if he can murder Malkiel. Do you believe he could bring it off?" "I'm sure I don't know," answered the Prophet, with stony indifference. "Good-night to you!"
The Prophet's sensitive nature winced under the obvious irony of the interrogation, but either the "creaming foam" had rendered him desperate, or he was to some extent steeled against the satire by the awful self-respect which had invaded him since Mrs. Merillia's accident. In any case he answered firmly, "Malkiel the Second, in Berkeley Square I had a relation an honoured grandmother."
"Weather forecast, I suppose," remarked Malkiel, laconically. "How did you know that?" "The easiest kind, sir, the number one beginner's prophecy. Capricornus used to tell Madame what the weather'd be as soon as he could talk. But go on, sir, go on, I beg." The Prophet began to feel rather less like Isaiah, but he continued, with some determination,
"Here, Mr. Sagittarius," cried the soprano voice of the young librarian. "Can you leave the library for a moment, Frederick Smith?" The Prophet held up a sovereign over Malkiel the Second's narrow shoulder. "Yes, Mr. Sagittarius, for half a mo!" "Ah! Where is the nearest champagne, Frederick Smith?" "The nearest " "Champagne, I said, Frederick Smith."
May I beg you to forgive my apparent anxiety to make your acquaintance, and implore you to grant me a few moments of private conversation on a matter of the utmost importance?" Malkiel the Second read the card. "Berkeley Square," he said. "The Berkeley Square?" "Exactly, the Berkeley Square," said the Prophet, modestly.
As he spoke he threw his black overcoat wide open, seated himself on the edge of one of the chairs in a dignified attitude, and crossed his feet which were not innocent of spats one over the other. The Prophet was resolved to dare all, and he, therefore, answered boldly, "Malkiel the Second, I wish to speak to you as one prophet to another."
The Prophet began mechanically to feel for his hat. "Are you desirous of anything, sir?" said Malkiel, sharply. "No," said the Prophet, wondering whether the moment had arrived to throw off all further pretence of bravery and to shout boldly for the assistance of the young librarian. "Then why are you feeling about, sir? Why are you feeling about?" "Was I?" faltered the Prophet.
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