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John's speech had impressed him neither as oratory nor as an index to his frame of mind. He had not interrupted him, because he knew that none of those present could understand what was being said, and that Mr. Crump was to be relied on as an editor. But he had not enjoyed it. He did not take the people of Mervo seriously himself, but in the Prince such an attitude struck him as unbecoming.
If he had been told of the identity of his father, it is possible that he might have understood. The Princes of Mervo had never taken readily to action and enterprise.
The other seemed to miss something in his voice. "You have heard of Mr. Scobell?" he asked. "Not to my knowledge," said John. "Ah! you have lost touch very much with Mervo, of course." John stared. "Mervo?" It sounded like some patent medicine. "I have been instructed," said Mr.
The financier was still talking. "So that's how it stands, Prince," he was saying, "and it's up to us to get busy." John looked at him. "I intend to," he said. "Good boy!" said the financier. "To begin with, I shall run you out of this place, Mr. Scobell." The other gasped. "There is going to be a cleaning-up," John went on. "I've thought it out. There will be no more gambling in Mervo."
How would it be if you were to put me next to one or two facts? Start at the beginning and go right on." When Mr. Crump had finished a condensed history of Mervo and Mervian politics, John smoked in silence for some minutes. "Life, Crump," he said at last, "is certainly speeding up as far as I am concerned. Up till now nothing in particular has ever happened to me.
He sent his mind back to the first definite entry of Mervo into the foreground of his life. He had come up from his stateroom on to the deck of the little steamer, and there in the pearl-gray of the morning was the island, gradually taking definite shape as the pink mists shredded away before the rays of the rising sun.
"I think you're quite right, dear. Who?" "The Prince. Do listen, Marion. The Prince of this island, His Highness, the Prince of Mervo. I'm going to send for him and put him on the throne again." "You can't, dear. He's dead." "I know he's dead. You can't faze me on the history of this place. He died in ninety-one.
He introduced the party the walrus as Colonel Finch, the others as Herr von Mandelbaum and Mr. Archer-Cleeve. His own name was Pugh, and the whole party, like the other visitors whom they represented, had, it seemed, come to Mervo, at great trouble and expense, to patronize the tables, only to find these suddenly, without a word of warning, withdrawn from their patronage.
I was spending my vacation in England when I happened to see the copy of the paper. I instantly communicated with Mr. Scobell, who was at Mervo, an island in the Mediterranean " "I seem to know the name " " and received in reply a long cable desiring me to return to New York immediately. I sailed on the Mauretania, and found that he was one of the passengers.
So he waited, chafing, while Mervo examined the situation, turned it over in its mind, discussed it, slept upon it, discussed it again, and displayed generally that ponderous leisureliness which is the Mervian's birthright. Indeed, the earliest demonstration was not Mervian at all.
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