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〃Dey was hoppin'…mad； de whole bunch of dem。〃
〃As I suspected。 But we must not repine； rade Maloney。 These trifling contretemps are the penalties we pay for our high journalistic aims。 I will interview these merchants。 I fancy that with the aid of the Diplomatic Smile and the Honeyed Word I may manage to pull through。 It is as well； perhaps； that rade Windsor is out。 The situation calls for the handling of a man of delicate culture and nice tact。 rade Windsor would probably have endeavoured to clear the room with a chair。 If he should arrive during the seance； rade Maloney； be so good as to inform him of the state of affairs； and tell him not to e in。 Give him my pliments； and tell him to go out and watch the snowdrops growing in Madison Square Garden。〃
〃Sure；〃 said Master Maloney。
Then Psmith； having smoothed the nap of his hat and flicked a speck of dust from his coat…sleeve； walked to the door of the inner room and went in。
CHAPTER VIII
THE HONEYED WORD
MASTER MALONEY'S statement that 〃about 'steen visitors〃 had arrived in addition to Messrs。 Asher； Waterman； and the Rev。 Philpotts proved to have been due to a great extent to a somewhat feverish imagination。 There were only five men in the room。
As Psmith entered； every eye was turned upon him。 To an outside spectator he would have seemed rather like a very well…dressed Daniel introduced into a den of singularly irritable lions。 Five pairs of eyes were smouldering with a long…nursed resentment。 Five brows were corrugated with wrathful lines。 Such； however； was the simple majesty of Psmith's demeanour that for a moment there was dead silence。 Not a word was spoken as he paced； wrapped in thought； to the editorial chair。 Stillness brooded over the room as he carefully dusted that piece of furniture； and； having done so to his satisfaction； hitched up the knees of his trousers and sank gracefully into a sitting position。
This acplished； he looked up and started。 He gazed round the room。
〃Ha！ I am observed！〃 he murmured。
The words broke the spell。 Instantly； the five visitors burst simultaneously into speech。
〃Are you the acting editor of this paper？〃
〃I wish to have a word with you； sir。〃
〃Mr。 Windsor； I presume？〃
〃Pardon me！〃
〃I should like a few moments' conversation。〃
The start was good and even； but the gentleman who said 〃Pardon me！〃 necessarily finished first with the rest nowhere。
Psmith turned to him； bowed； and fixed him with a benevolent gaze through his eye…glass。
〃Are you Mr。 Windsor； sir； may I ask？〃 inquired the favoured one。
The others paused for the reply。
〃Alas！ no；〃 said Psmith with manly regret。
〃Then who are you？〃
〃I am Psmith。〃
There was a pause。
〃Where is Mr。 Windsor？〃
〃He is； I fancy； champing about forty cents' worth of lunch at some neighbouring hostelry。〃
〃When will he return？
〃Anon。 But how much anon I fear I cannot say。〃
The visitors looked at each other。
〃This is exceedingly annoying；〃 said the man who had said 〃Pardon me！〃 〃I came for the express purpose of seeing Mr。 Windsor。〃
〃So did I；〃 chimed in the rest。 〃Same here。 So did I。〃
Psmith bowed courteously。
〃rade Windsor's loss is my gain。 Is there anything I can do for you？〃
〃Are you on the editorial staff of this paper？〃
〃I am acting sub…editor。 The work is not light；〃 added Psmith gratuitously。 〃Sometimes the cry goes round； 'Can Psmith get through it all？ Will his strength support his unquenchable spirit？' But I stagger on。 I do not repine。〃
〃Then maybe you can tell me what all this means？〃 said a small round gentleman who so far had done only chorus work。
〃If it is in my power to do so； it shall be done； radeI have not the pleasure of your name。〃
〃My name is Waterman； sir。 I am here on behalf of my wife； whose name you doubtless know。〃
〃Correct me if I am wrong；〃 said Psmith； 〃but I should say it； also； was Waterman。〃
〃Luella Granville Waterman； sir；〃 said the little man proudly。 Psmith removed his eye…glass； polished it； and replaced it in his eye。 He felt that he must run no risk of not seeing clearly the husband of one who； in his opinion； stood alone in literary circles as a purveyor of sheer bilge。
〃My wife；〃 continued the little man； producing an envelope and handing it to Psmith； 〃has received this extraordinary munication from a man signing himself W。 Windsor。 We are both at a loss to make head or tail of it。〃
Psmith was reading the letter。
〃It seems reasonably clear to me；〃 he said。
〃It is an outrage。 My wife has been a contributor to this journal from its foundation。 Her work has given every satisfaction to Mr。 Wilberfloss。 And now； without the slightest warning； es this peremptory dismissal from W。 Windsor。 Who is W。 Windsor？ Where is Mr。 Wilberfloss？〃
The chorus burst forth。 It seemed that that was what they all wanted to know： Who was W。 Windsor？ Where was Mr。 Wilberfloss？
〃I am the Reverend Edwin T。 Philpotts； sir；〃 said a cadaverous… looking man with pale blue eyes and a melancholy face。 〃I have contributed 'Moments of Meditation' to this journal for a very considerable period of time。〃
〃I have read your page with the keenest interest；〃 said Psmith。 〃I may be wrong； but yours seems to me work which the world will not willingly let die。〃
The Reverend Edwin's frosty face thawed into a bleak smile。
〃And yet；〃 continued Psmith； 〃I gather that rade Windsor； on the other hand； actually wishes to hurry on its decease。 It is these strange contradictions； these clashings of personal taste； which make up what we call life。 Here we have； on the one hand〃
A man with a face like a walnut； who had hitherto lurked almost unseen behind a stout person in a serge suit； bobbed into the open； and spoke his piece。
〃Where's this fellow Windsor？ W。 Windsor。 That's the man we want to see。 I've been working for this paper without a break； except when I had the mumps； for four years； and I've reason to know that my page was as widely read and appreciated as any in New York。 And now up es this Windsor fellow； if you please； and tells me in so many words the paper's got no use for me。〃
〃These are life's tragedies；〃 murmured Psmith。
〃What's he mean by it？ That's what I want to know。 And that's what these gentlemen want to knowSee here〃
〃I am addressing？〃 said Psmith。
〃Asher's my name。 B。 Henderson Asher。 I write 'Moments of Mirth。'〃
A look almost of excitement came into Psmith's face； such a look as a visitor to a foreign land might wear when confronted with some great national monument。 That he should be privileged to look upon the author of 〃Moments of Mirth〃 in the flesh； face to face； was almost too much。
〃rade Asher；〃 he said reverently； 〃may I shake your hand？〃
The other extended his hand with some suspicion。
〃Your 'Moments of Mirth；'〃 said Psmith； shaking it； 〃have frequently reconciled me to the toothache。〃
He reseated himself。
〃Gentlemen；〃 he said； 〃this is a painful case。 The circumstances； as you will readily admit when you have heard all； are peculiar。 You have asked me where Mr。 Wilberfloss is。 I do not know。〃
〃You don't know！〃 exclaimed Mr。 Waterman。
〃I don't know。 You don't know。 They；〃 said Psmith； indicating the rest with a wave of the hand； 〃don't know。 Nobody knows。 His locality is as hard to ascertain as that of a black cat in a coal…cellar on a moonless night。 Shortly before I joined this journal； Mr。 Wilberfloss； by his doctor's orders； started out on a holiday； leaving no address。 No letters were to be forwarded。 He was to enjoy plete rest。 Where is he now？ Who shall say？ Possibly legging it down some rugged slope in the Rockies； with two bears and a wild cat in earnest pursuit。 Possibly in the midst of some Florida everglade； making a noise like a piece of meat in order to snare crocodiles。 Possibly in Canada； baiting moose…traps。 We have no data。〃
Silent consternation prevailed among the audience。 Finally the Rev。 Edwin T。 Philpotts was struck with an idea。
〃Where is Mr。 White？〃 he asked。
The point was well received。
〃Yes； where's Mr。 Benjamin White？〃 chorused the rest。
Psmith shook his head。
〃In Europe。 I cannot say more。〃
The audience's consternation deepened。
〃Then； do
