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Locke, William John, 1863-1930

"Simon the Jester"


"My two dear people!" I cried, "for goodness' sake don't fall over me
in this way. I'm not going to die to-morrow unless my cook poisons me or
I'm struck by lightning. I'm going to live for a deuce of a time yet.
A couple of weeks at least. And you'll very much oblige me by not
whispering a word abroad about what you've heard this afternoon. It
would cause me infinite annoyance. And meanwhile I suggest to you,
Dale, as the lawyers say, that you have been impolite enough not to say
how-do-you-do to your hostess."
He turned to her rather sheepishly, and apologised. My news had bowled
him over, he declared. He shook hands with her, laughed and walked
Adolphus about on his hind legs.
"But where have you dropped from?" she asked.
"Berlin. I came straight through. Didn't you get my wire?"
"No."
"I sent one."
"I never got it."
He swung his arms about in a fine rage.
"If ever I get hold of that son of Satan I'll murder him. He was covered
up to his beastly eyebrows in silver lace and swords and whistles and
medals and things.


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