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Of course, Mellish's gambling rooms were as well known to the police as to Pony Rowell, but unless some fuss was made by the public, Mellish knew he would be free from molestation. Mellish was a careful man, and a visitor had to be well vouched for, before he gained admission. There never was any trouble in Mellish's rooms.
Mellish, when graciously approached by the "relative of Miss Temple Barholm, whose perfect wardrobe you supplied," had listened to all seductions with a civil eye fixed unmovedly and had referred to the "rules of the establishment."
His version was made from the prompter's copy, before the play was published, and, like Coleridge's Wallenstein, contains many passages not found in the printed edition. These are distinguished by brackets. On the other hand, Mr. Mellish omitted many passages which now form part of the printed drama, all of which are now added.
Which proves that His Excellency, though dreamy, had experience of the ways of six-thousand-rupee men. Mellishe's name was E. Mellishe and Mellish's was E. S. Mellish, and they were both staying at the same hotel, and the Fate that looks after the Indian Empire ordained that Wonder should blunder and drop the final "e;" that the Chaprassi should help him, and that the note which ran: "Dear Mr.
"My God!" cried Bert, aghast. "Why did you let the game go on?" "I tried to stop it, but I had given my word and you " "Well, don't let us stand chattering here. He's at the Metropolitan, isn't he? Then come along. Hurry into your coat." Mellish knew the number of Rowell's room and so no time was lost in the hotel office with inquiries. He tried the door, but, as he expected, it was locked.
The police had come in so quietly that no one, apparently, had noticed their entrance, except that good man Mellish, who hurried forward to welcome the intruders. "Will you take a seat?" he asked. "We are having a little political talk from Mr. Rowell, sergeant." "Rather an unusual hour, Mr. Mellish," said the sergeant grimly.
"Who's that?" cried a voice within. "It's me Mellish. I want to speak with you a moment." "I don't want to see you." "Bert wants to say something. It's important. Let us in." "I won't let you in. Go away and don't make a fuss. It will do no good. You can get in ten minutes from now." "Look here, Pony, you open that door at once, or I'll kick it in. You hear me?
What are you burning blue lights for?" "Nothing is the matter with us, sir, but we heard pistol shots and cries on the Mellish astern, and thought we saw two ships instead of one. It's so beastly black to-night we could n't make out anything very well." "All right; better keep off a little, out of the way. I will run down and see what's wrong."
His eyes opened wide, then he sank into a chair and roared with laughter. Both the other men looked at him in astonishment. "What's the matter?" asked Mellish. "Matter? Why, this would have been a joke on Pony. It would do both of you some good to know a little about business as well as of gambling. The Hardfast Life Insurance Company went smash six months ago.
"Still," she added, clearing her brow and laughing, "I am loath to believe that he is an invalid student." "I will tell you what he is," said Alice suddenly. "He is companion and keeper to the man with whom he lives. Do you recollect his saying 'Mellish is mad'?" "That is possible," said Lydia. "At all events we have got a topic; and that is an important home comfort in the country."
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