"Have a cigar," said John, extending the box. Mr. Pugh waved aside the preferred gift impatiently. Not so Herr von Mandelbaum, who slid forward after the manner of one in quest of second base and retired with his prize to the rear of the little army once more.
Mr. Archer-Cleeve, a young man with carefully parted fair hair and the expression of a strayed sheep, contributed a remark.
"No, but I say, by Jove, you know, I mean really, you know, what?"
That was Mr. Archer-Cleeve upon the situation.
"We have not come here for cigars," said Mr. Pugh. "We have come here, Your Highness, for an explanation."
"Of what?" said John.
Mr. Pugh made an impatient gesture.
"Do you question my right to rule this ma.s.sive country as I think best, Mr. Pugh?"
"It is a high-handed proceeding," said the wizened little man.
The walrus spoke for the first time.
"What say?" he murmured huskily.
"I said," repeated Mr. Pugh, raising his voice, "that it was a high-handed proceeding, Colonel."
The walrus nodded heavily, in a.s.sent, with closed eyes.
"Yah," said Herr von Mandelbaum through the smoke.
John looked at the spokesman.
"You are from England, Mr. Pugh?"
"Yes, sir. I am a British citizen."
"Suppose some enterprising person began to run a gambling h.e.l.l in Piccadilly, would the authorities look on and smile?"
"That is an entirely different matter, sir. You are quibbling. In England gambling is forbidden by law."
"So it is in Mervo, Mr. Pugh."
"Tchah!"
"What say?" said the walrus.
"I said "Tchah!" Colonel."
"Why?" said the walrus.
"Because His Highness quibbled."
The walrus nodded approvingly.
"His Highness did nothing of the sort," said John. "Gambling is forbidden in Mervo for the same reason that it is forbidden in England, because it demoralizes the people."
"This is absurd, sir. Gambling has been permitted in Mervo for nearly a year."
"But not by me, Mr. Pugh. The Republic certainly granted Mr. Scobell a concession. But, when I came to the throne, it became necessary for him to get a concession from me. I refused it. Hence the closed doors."
Mr. Archer-Cleeve once more. "But--" He paused. "Forgotten what I was going to say," he said to the room at large.
Herr von Mandelbaum made some remark at the back of his throat, but was ignored.
John spoke again.
"If you were a prince, Mr. Pugh, would you find it pleasant to be in the pay of a gambling h.e.l.l?"
"That is neither here nor--"
"On the contrary, it is, very much. I happen to have some self-respect.
I"ve only just found it out, it"s true, but it"s there all right. I don"t want to be a prince--take it from me, it"s a much overrated profession--but if I"ve got to be one, I"ll specialize. I won"t combine it with being a bunco steerer on the side. As long as I am on the throne, this high-toned c.r.a.p-shooting will continue a back number."
"What say?" said the walrus.
"I said that, while I am on the throne here, people who feel it necessary to chant "Come, little seven!" must do it elsewhere."
"I don"t understand you," said Mr. Pugh. "Your remarks are absolutely unintelligible."
"Never mind. My actions speak for themselves. It doesn"t matter how I describe it--what it comes to is that the Casino is closed. You can follow that? Mervo is no longer running wide open. The lid is on."
"Then let me tell you, sir--" Mr. Pugh brought a bony fist down with a thump on the table--"that you are playing with fire. Understand me, sir, we are not here to threaten. We are a peaceful deputation of visitors. But I have observed your people, sir. I have watched them narrowly. And let me tell you that you are walking on a volcano.
Already there are signs of grave discontent."
"Already!" cried John. "Already"s good. I guess they call it going some in this infernal country if they can keep awake long enough to take action within a year after a thing has happened. I don"t know if you have any influence with the populace, Mr. Pugh--you seem a pretty warm and important sort of person--but, if you have, do please ask them as a favor to me to get a move on. It"s no good saying that I"m walking on a volcano. I"m from Missouri. I want to be shown. Let"s see this volcano.
Bring it out and make it trot around."
"You may jest--"
"Who"s jesting? I"m not. It"s a mighty serious thing for me. I want to get away. The only thing that"s keeping me in this forsaken place is this delay. These people are obviously going to fire me sooner or later. Why on earth can"t they do it at once?"
"What say?" said the walrus.
"You may well ask, Colonel," said Mr. Pugh, staring amazed at John.
"His Highness appears completely to have lost his senses."
The walrus looked at John as if expecting some demonstration of practical insanity, but, finding him outwardly calm, closed his eyes and nodded heavily again.
"I must say, don"t you know," said Mr. Archer-Cleeve, "it beats me, what?"
The entire deputation seemed to consider that John"s last speech needed footnotes.