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Now I'm bound to play this game and I can't take any risks. If my word and Mellish's isn't good enough for you, why, say so." "All right," cried Bert. "If you can convince Mellish that you will pay if you lose I'll play you." Rowell and Mellish retired into an inner room and after a few minutes reappeared again. Mellish's face was red when he went in. He was now a trifle pale.
It was supposed that Mellish stood in with the police, which was, of course, a libel. The idea of the guardians of the city standing in with a gambler or a gambling house! The statement was absurd on the face of it. If you asked any policeman in the city where Mellish's gambling rooms were, you would speedily learn that not one of them had ever even heard of the place.
It is Mellish's idea, not mine. I don't believe in you for a moment." The young man laughed. He reflected for a few seconds, then said: "I'll take your offer. You give me back the money and I will promise never to gamble again in any shape or form." "You will return the cash to the bank, if you took it from there?" "Certainly. I will put it back the first thing on Monday morning."
When the Countess of Mallowe called, Rose had just dressed Miss Alicia for the afternoon in one of the most perfect of the evolutions of Mrs. Mellish's idea. It was a definite creation, as even Lady Mallowe detected the moment her eyes fell upon it.
She looked so changed from the well-satisfied, prosperous Auntie whom Grace had welcomed to her home two days before, that Mrs Mellish's resentment faded as she regarded her. "You are sure you like best to travel alone?" she asked her, with anxious kindness. Yes. Auntie preferred her own company.
In answer to this Rowell had remarked that they were two fools anyhow, but he had finally succumbed to Mellish as the whole scheme was Mellish's. As Rowell thought bitterly of these things his attention was diverted from the very matter he had in hand. Few men can pursue a course of thought and a fellow-creature at the same time. He suddenly realized that young Forme had escaped him.
"Quite right," said Forme, flushing a little. "I hope you did not mind my counting it. Merely a business habit, you know." "Well, stick to business habits, Mr. Forme. Good night." Rowell walked briskly back to Mellish's. Forme walked toward the railway station and found that there was a train for Chicago at 4 in the morning.
Little has transpired concerning the events of the back-journey, save that on passing the house of 'Squire Mellish, situate a stone bow's cast from the hamlet, Father Westwood , with a good-natured wonderment, exclaimed, "I cannot think what is gone of Mr. Mellish's rooks. I fancy they have taken flight somewhere; but I have missed them two or three years past."
He held that cholera was a germ that propagated itself as it flew through a muggy atmosphere; and stuck in the branches of trees like a wool-flake. The germ could be rendered sterile, he said, by 'Mellish's Own Invincible Fumigatory' a heavy violet-black powder the result of fifteen years' scientific investigation, Sir! Inventors seem very much alike as a caste.
But Mellish's benefit is to be to-morrow night; and " "What have I to do with Mellish or his benefit?" Mrs. Skene, abashed, murmured apologetically that she was only wishful that the boy should do himself credit. "If he is to benefit Mellish by beating somebody, he will not be behindhand. Remember you are not to mention me for a fortnight. Is that a bargain?"
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