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They used to have a prince here 'way back in eighty-something. Well, I'm going to have him working at the old stand again, right away." Miss Scobell looked up from her paper, which she had been reading with absorbed interest throughout tins harangue. "Dear?" she said enquiringly. "I say I'm going to have him back again," said Mr. Scobell, a little damped. "I wish you would listen."
They had no reason to suppose that he was not Prince John, and they acted accordingly. With a rattle of drums they burst once more into their spirited rendering of the national anthem. Mr. Scobell sawed the air with his arms, but was powerless to dam the flood. "His Highness is shaving, sir!" bawled Mr. Crump, depositing his grip on the quay and making a trumpet of his hands. "Shaving!"
Sir, there's big money in it for all of us, if you and your crowd'll sit in. Money. Lar' monnay. No, that means change. What's money, Crump? Arjong? There's arjong in it, Squire. Get that? Oh, shucks! Hand it to him in French, Crump." Mr. Secretary Crump translated. The President blinked, and intimated that he would hear more. Mr. Scobell relighted his cigar-stump, and proceeded.
Scobell received the news equably, and directed his chauffeur to return to the villa. He could not have done better, for, on his arrival, he was met with the information that His Highness had called to see him shortly after he had left, and was now waiting in the morning-room. The sound of footsteps came to Mr. Scobell's ears as he approached the room.
He made good to me the story which Luellin did tell me the other day, of his wife upon her death-bed; how she dreamt of her uncle Scobell, and did foretell, from some discourse she had with him, that she should die four days thence, and not sooner, and did all along say so, and did so. Upon the 'Change a great talke there was of one Mr.
John wrapped up the lemon carefully, wrote on the note paper the words, "To B. Scobell, Esq., Property Owner, Broster Street, from Prince John of Peaceful Moments, this gift," and enclosed it in the envelope. "Do you see that gentleman at the table by the pillar?" he said. "Give him these. Just say a gentleman sent them." The waiter smiled doubtfully.
I loosed him into de odder room." John walked through. The man he had seen with Mr. Scobell at the Knickerbocker was standing at the window. "Mr. Parker?" The other turned, as the door opened, and looked at him keenly. "Are you Mr. Maude?" "I am," said John. "I guess you don't need to be told what I've come about?" "No." "See here," said Mr. Parker.
Scobell's account at the Wall Street office of the European and Asiatic Bank." The name Scobell had been recurring like a leit-motif in Mr. Crump's conversation. This suddenly came home to John. "Before we go any further," he said, "let's get one thing clear. Who is this Mr. Scobell? How does he get mixed up in this?" "He is the proprietor of the Casino at Mervo."
That's the part that's going to make a hit with me." "There'll be breakfast at my villa, Your Highness," said Mr. Scobell. "My automobile is waiting along there." The General reached his peroration, worked his way through it, and finished with a military clash of heels and a salute. The band rattled off the national anthem once more. "Now, what?" said John, turning to Mr. Scobell. "Breakfast?"
I don't know what we should have done without it." "Aw, Chee!" said Mr. Jarvis. "Then good-by for the present." "Good-by, boss. Good-by, loidy." Long Otto pulled his forelock, and, accompanied by the cats and the dog, they left the room. When Mr. Renshaw and the others had followed them, John rang the bell for Pugsy. "Ask Mr. Scobell to step in," he said. The man of many enterprises entered.
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