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James Spiller, the favourite of the gods, was Mat o' the Mint, and the solemn visaged Quin essayed Macheath. The rest of the cast comprised actors and actresses of experience, and they went through their parts philosophically and without enthusiasm. The motive and the plot and the many songs made up a play which was to them quite novel, and they were somewhat bewildered to know what to do with it.
"Look here," said Spiller, "are you going to clear out of here or not?" "After Mr. Outwood's kindly thought in giving us the room? You suggest a black and ungrateful action, Comrade Spiller." "You'll get it hot, if you don't." "We'll risk it," said Mike. Jellicoe giggled in the background; the drama in the atmosphere appealed to him. His was a simple and appreciative mind.
Both Spiller and Leveridge saw that Gay was not to be turned from his resolution to help the girl, and presently she and her new found friend were threading their way through a network of courts and alleys finally emerging into the squalid thoroughfare between New Street and Chandos Street. The dirt and the poverty-stricken aspect of the locality did not deter the poet from his intention.
"Go and give Comrade Spiller our compliments and say that we can't come down, but shall be delighted to see him up here. Things," he said, as the messenger departed, "are beginning to move. Better leave the door open, I think; it will save trouble. Ah, come in, Comrade Spiller, what can we do for you?" Spiller advanced into the study; the others waited outside, crowding in the doorway.
"Let me have these fellows' effects," I said. "As to Spiller, I don't expect he could have really been bunking. At all events, let the other fellows think I sent him to Headquarters and he got hit on the way. I expect he was going down with a stretcher party." But, in my heart, I knew better. I knew Spiller for a coward. It is not for me to judge such a man.
Outwood received them with the motherly warmth which was evidently the leading characteristic of his normal manner. "Ah, Spiller," he said. "And Smith, and Jackson. I am glad to see you have already made friends." "Spiller's, sir," said Psmith, laying a hand patronizingly on the study-claimer's shoulder a proceeding violently resented by Spiller "is a character one cannot help but respect.
You've but to observe and work and some day you'll be the talk of the town." "Do you really mean that, Mr. Spiller?" The girl's voice was tremulous with delight. Spiller's praise was of greater value than Gay's. He was an actor and knew. "I shouldn't say so if I didn't. I mustn't lose sight of you. A pity you'll be staying at Hampstead. I'd like to take you to Mr. Rich.
"Surprising how many collectors think all Confederate revolvers had brass frames, because of the Griswold & Grier, and the Spiller & Burr.... That's an unusually fine specimen, Mr. Rand. Mr. Rivers got it sometime in late December or early January; from a gentleman in Charleston, I understand. I believe it had been carried during the Civil War by a member of the former owner's family."
Don't forget to listen for the cues and come in at the proper place." The lesson did not take long. Spiller said she would do very well, and wishing her good luck, took his departure and left her in St. James's Park. He could not have done Lavinia a better turn. Rosamond's Pond was at the south-west corner of the Park and Rosamond's Pond was in Lavinia's mind.
"Er quite so, Smith, quite so," he said at last. "I like to see boys in my house friendly towards one another." "There is no vice in Spiller," pursued Psmith earnestly. "His heart is the heart of a little child." "Please, sir," burst out this paragon of all the virtues, "I " "But it was not entirely with regard to Spiller that I wished to speak to you, sir, if you were not too busy."
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