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The contrast between it and the basement of the new Asiatic Bank, the atmosphere of which was far from being roselike, was too much for his feelings. He emerged from the depths, with his punched stamps, filled with bitterness against Fate. He found Psmith still baffled. 'Hall Caine, said Psmith regretfully, 'has also proved a frost.
"In the old prairie days," said Psmith, "Comrade Windsor was known to the Indians as Boola-Ba-Na-Gosh, which, as you doubtless know, signifies Big-Chief-Who-Can-Hear-A-Fly-Clear-Its-Throat. I too can hear as well as the next man. Why?" "That's all right, then. I don't want to have to shout it. There's some things it's better not to yell."
Changes of bowling had been tried, but there seemed no chance of getting past the batsmen's defence. They were playing all the good balls, and refused to hit at the bad. A quarter past six struck, and then Psmith made a suggestion which altered the game completely. "Why don't you have a shot this end?" he said to Adair, as they were crossing over.
A man of taste and discernment, he knows what is best. His advice is good, and should be followed. The constable seemed to notice Psmith for the first time. He turned and stared at him. Psmith's praise had not had the effect of softening him. His look was one of suspicion. 'And what might you have been up to? he inquired coldly. 'This man says you hit him. Psmith waved the matter aside.
A rattling of the handle followed, and a voice outside said, "Dash the door!" "Hackenschmidt!" said Mike. "The weed," said Psmith. "You couldn't make a long arm, could you, and turn the key? We had better give this merchant audience. Remind me later to go on with my remarks on school reports. I had several bright things to say on the subject." Mike unlocked the door, and flung it open.
Push me over a receipt." "Let me out." "Anon, gossip, anon. Shakespeare. First, the receipt." Mr. Gooch scribbled a few words in his notebook and tore out the page. Psmith thanked him. "I will see that it reaches Comrade Spaghetti," he said. "And now to a more important matter. Don't put away that notebook. Turn to a clean page, moisten your pencil, and write as follows. Are you ready?
He stood chewing these thoughts for awhile, Psmith in the meantime standing in a graceful attitude in front of the cupboard, staring into vacancy. Then he was seized with a happy idea. Why should he leave the room at all? If he sent Smith, then he himself could wait and make certain that the cupboard was not tampered with. "Smith," he said, "go and find Mr.
'It would be great fun seeing what the papers said, he protested. 'Great fun! 'It is true, mused Psmith, 'that in a measure, it would dish you at the election. From what I saw of those light-hearted lads at Kenningford the other night, I should say they would be so amused that they would only just have enough strength left to stagger to the poll and vote for your opponent.
'I see from my morning paper, said Psmith, affably, 'that you are to address a meeting at the Kenningford Town Hall next week. I shall come and hear you. Our politics differ in some respects, I fear I incline to the Socialist view but nevertheless I shall listen to your remarks with great interest, great interest. The paper rustled, but no reply came from behind it.
Mike took another step forward. Adair moved to meet him. "Would you care to try now?" said Mike. For just one second the two drew themselves together preparatory to beginning the serious business of the interview, and in that second Psmith, turning from the glass, stepped between them. "Get out of the light, Smith," said Mike. Psmith waved him back with a deprecating gesture.
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