Humorous stories, English; Men -- Societies and clubs -- Fiction; Short stories, English
‘My learned friend has just been telling you. I was going away for a
brief and well-earned holiday, and I had decided to give the
competition a miss this time. As I was sitting in the club, studying a
guide-book, in came Quillian looking like a thimble-rigger who has
just set up his little plush-covered table. He offered me his first
bet. I put it aside. He offered the second, and he says I didn’t take
time to think. Thought with me does not take the prolonged period of
gestation that it does in the case of the nobler animals, such as
K.C.’s. I thought two thoughts. The first was that Quillian was out
after this competition. The second was that when two men gamble
together what one wins the other loses and vice versa. That was
enough. I took him. He won the first bet but lost a pound by it. It
follows that I lost the first bet but won a pound by it. Similarly,
when he lost the bet but won a pound I won the bet and lost a pound.
It’s all very simple and elementary. I hope he’s going to make a
victim of me again soon. This time without any effort on my part he
has shoved fifty-five pounds at me. I’ve only had to take it. And I
don’t care whether it was benevolence or mental short-sightedness—I’m
going to thank him just the same.’
‘The claim’s allowed, of course,’ said the chairman. ‘The thing that
makes me mad is that I didn’t see it myself until you pointed it out.
It’s obvious. It simply shrieks at you. My mind must be going.’
‘The menu that you devised for our dinner to-night, sir,’ said
Pusely-Smythe, ‘was sufficient proof of the contrary. Those that study
the recondite must sometimes find the obvious out of their focus.’
‘Thank you,’ said Mr Matthews. ‘I’ll learn the last sentence by
heart—it’ll make a ripping excuse next time I do a dam’ silly thing.’
Cheques were drawn for Quillian and Pusely-Smythe, and the chairman
then opened the envelope containing the problem that Leonard had set
for the following month. It was entitled ‘The Handkerchief Problem,’
and on the face of it scarcely supported the theory that the ingenious
Leonard was a Great Moral Teacher. The Hon. James Feldane was reminded
that it would be his duty to preside on the next occasion and to
adjudicate on this problem, which was as follows: ‘It is required to
steal as many handkerchiefs as possible from a member or members of
the Problem Club. Violence may not be used and thefts detected in the
act will not score. Restitution will be made of the stolen
handkerchiefs within twenty-four hours of the adjudication, but
felonious intent is to be presumed in every case.’
‘Rotten luck,’ said Feldane, to his friend, Hesseltine. ‘I should have
enjoyed working on this problem. It appeals to my natural instincts. I
should probably have won it, and in that case might have given one or
two of them something on account. And so this has to be the occasion
when I’m shut out of the competition and have to act as chairman.’
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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