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However, he sat still while Malkiel drew out a large gold watch, held it solemnly in his hand for a couple of minutes and then returned it to the waistcoat. "Now, sir," he said. "I assure you," said the Prophet, "on my honour that all I have said is strictly true." "And took place in the Berkeley Square?" "And took place in the Berkeley Square." Malkiel nodded morosely.
The Prophet glanced significantly at the young librarian, who was leaning upon the counter in a tense, keyhole position, with his private ear turned somewhat ostentatiously towards the two speakers. "I can tell you in an inner room," he murmured, in his most ingratiating manner. "You're certain it's not Berkeley Square behind Kimmins's?" said Malkiel, with a last flicker of suspicion.
"I have not the pleasure to have ever observed my guides from the neighbourhood of the Butts," said Malkiel, serenely. "But pray proceed, sir. I am all attention. You cast your honoured grandmother's horoscope in the Berkeley Square."
"Might I not, Sophronia?" "Oh, but " began the Prophet, very hastily. "The lady has frequently pressed me to accept of her hospitality." "Indeed!" "For years she has been writing to me at Jellybrand's, under my real name of Malkiel the Second, you understand. She addresses me simply as the master." "But do the postal authorities " "Not upon the envelope, sir, not upon the envelope." "I see."
If this is so" he struck the deal table violently with his clenched fist "of what use are the sacrifices of myself and Madame? Of what use is it to live under a modest name such as Sagittarius, when I might be Malkiel the Second to the whole world?
Merillia suddenly appeared before him in her night-bonnet and accused him of being a ratcatcher he had very naturally fled, his first impulse being to leave the house at once and continue his journey to the docks. But even a prophet is but mortal. Malkiel had passed through an eventful day followed by a still more eventful evening. His mind was completely exhausted.
"In that case I will say no more," he remarked, pursing up his lengthy mouth and assuming a cast-iron attitude. The Prophet perceived his mistake. "Forgive me," he exclaimed. "It is my fault." "Oh, no, sir. Not at all," rejoined Malkiel, with icy formality. "Pray let the fault be mine." "I will not indeed. But let me explain. My beloved grandmother still lives, although I cast her horoscope and "
"But we want to come in," cried Lady Enid. "Young man," roared Sir Tiglath, "the old astronomer will not leave this house till he has searched it from attic to cellar." "I am sorry," replied the Prophet, "but I cannot permit my grandmother's servants or wine to be disturbed at such an hour. If you wish to murder Malkiel the Second, I shall not prevent you, but he is not here."
"Luck," echoed the Prophet in a faltering voice. As he gradually recovered his faculties, he heard Malkiel the Second say, with an almost debauched accent, "That puts heart into a man. I shall give Gillows an order. Leave us, Frederick Smith, and remember that Miss Minerva is on no account to be let in here till this gentleman and I have finished the second bottle."
"Can she have been wrong all these many years?" "What what about?" murmured the Prophet. Malkiel the Second leaned his matted head in his hands and replied, as if to himself, "Can it be that a prophet should live in Berkeley Square not Kimmins's" here he raised his head, and raked his companion with a glance that was almost fierce in its fervour of inquiry "not Kimmins's but the Berkeley Square?"
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