Bacon. Barnes was
taking a nap. More than that, he was pleasantly dreaming when the
pounding fell upon his door. Awakened suddenly from this elysian dream
he leaped from his bed and rushed to the door, his heart in his mouth.
Something sinister was back of this imperative summons! She was in
fresh peril. The gang from Green Fancy had descended upon the Tavern
in force and--
"Sorry to disturb you," said Mr. Bacon, as the door flew open, "but he
says it's important. He says--"
"I wish you would tell him to go to the devil," said Barnes
wrathfully.
"Superfluous, I assure you, sir. He says that everything and everybody
is going to the devil, so--"
"If he wants to see me why doesn't he come to my room? Why should I go
to his?"
"Lord bless you, don't you know that it's one of the prerogatives of a
star to insist on people coming to him instead of the other way about?
What's the use of being a star if you can't--"
"Tell him I will come when I get good and ready."
"Quite so," said Mr. Bacon absently. He did not retire, but stood in
the door, evidently weighing something that was on his mind and
considering the best means of relieving himself of the mental burden.
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