The Man Who Was Thursday
2. The Secret Of Gabriel Syme
THE cab pulled up before a particularly dreary and greasy beershop, into which
Gregory rapidly conducted his companion. They seated themselves in a close
and dim sort of bar-parlour, at a stained wooden table with one wooden leg. The
room was so small and dark, that very little could be seen of the attendant who
was summoned, beyond a vague and dark impression of something bulky and
"Will you take a little supper?" asked Gregory politely. "The pate de foie gras is
not good here, but I can recommend the game."
Syme received the remark with stolidity, imagining it to be a joke. Accepting the
vein of humour, he said, with a well-bred indifference--
"Oh, bring me some lobster mayonnaise."
To his indescribable astonishment, the man only said "Certainly, sir!" and went
away apparently to get it.
"What will you drink?" resumed Gregory, with the same careless yet apologetic
air. "I shall only have a crepe de menthe myself; I have dined. But the
champagne can really be trusted. Do let me start you with a half-bottle of
Pommery at least?"
"Thank you!" said the motionless Syme. "You are very good."
His further attempts at conversation, somewhat disorganised in themselves, were
cut short finally as by a thunderbolt by the actual appearance of the lobster.
Syme tasted it, and found it particularly good. Then he suddenly began to eat
with great rapidity and appetite.
"Excuse me if I enjoy myself rather obviously!" he said to Gregory, smiling. "I
don't often have the luck to have a dream like this. It is new to me for a nightmare
to lead to a lobster. It is commonly the other way."
"You are not asleep, I assure you," said Gregory. "You are, on the contrary, close
to the most actual and rousing moment of your existence. Ah, here comes your
champagne! I admit that there may be a slight disproportion, let us say, between
the inner arrangements of this excellent hotel and its simple and unpretentious
exterior. But that is all our modesty. We are the most modest men that ever lived