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"
It
's
a
glorious
thing
,
"
said
Cronin
,
half
jestingly
,
"
to
be
able
to
discharge
a
government
,
and
insert
one
of
your
own
choosing
,
in
these
days
.
"
"
Oh
,
it
is
only
a
matter
of
business
,
"
said
Vincenti
,
stopping
and
offering
the
stump
of
his
cigar
to
a
monkey
that
swung
down
from
a
lime
tree
;
"
and
that
is
what
moves
the
world
of
today
.
That
extra
real
on
the
price
of
bananas
had
to
go
.
We
took
the
shortest
way
of
removing
it
.
"
There
remains
three
duties
to
be
performed
before
the
curtain
falls
upon
the
patched
comedy
.
Two
have
been
promised
:
the
third
is
no
less
obligatory
.
It
was
set
forth
in
the
programme
of
this
tropic
vaudeville
that
it
would
be
made
known
why
Shorty
O'Day
,
of
the
Columbia
Detective
Agency
,
lost
his
position
.
Also
that
Smith
should
come
again
to
tell
us
what
mystery
he
followed
that
night
on
the
shores
of
Anchuria
when
he
strewed
so
many
cigar
stumps
around
the
cocoanut
palm
during
his
lonely
night
vigil
on
the
beach
.
These
things
were
promised
;
but
a
bigger
thing
yet
remains
to
be
accomplished
--
the
clearing
up
of
a
seeming
wrong
that
has
been
done
according
to
the
array
of
chronicled
facts
(
truthfully
set
forth
)
that
have
been
presented
.
And
one
voice
,
speaking
,
shall
do
these
three
things
.
Two
men
sat
on
a
stringer
of
a
North
River
pier
in
the
City
of
New
York
.
A
steamer
from
the
tropics
had
begun
to
unload
bananas
and
oranges
on
the
pier
.
Now
and
then
a
banana
or
two
would
fall
from
an
overripe
bunch
,
and
one
of
the
two
men
would
shamble
forward
,
seize
the
fruit
and
return
to
share
it
with
his
companion
.
One
of
the
men
was
in
the
ultimate
stage
of
deterioration
.
As
far
as
rain
and
wind
and
sun
could
wreck
the
garments
he
wore
,
it
had
been
done
.
In
his
person
the
ravages
of
drink
were
as
plainly
visible
.
And
yet
,
upon
his
high-bridged
,
rubicund
nose
was
jauntily
perched
a
pair
of
shining
and
flawless
gold-rimmed
glasses
.
The
other
man
was
not
so
far
gone
upon
the
descending
Highway
of
the
Incompetents
.
Truly
,
the
flower
of
his
manhood
had
gone
to
seed
--
seed
that
,
perhaps
,
no
soil
might
sprout
.
But
there
were
still
cross-cuts
along
where
he
travelled
through
which
he
might
yet
regain
the
pathway
of
usefulness
without
disturbing
the
slumbering
Miracles
.
This
man
was
short
and
compactly
built
.
He
had
an
oblique
,
dead
eye
,
like
that
of
a
sting-ray
,
and
the
moustache
of
a
cocktail
mixer
.
We
know
the
eye
and
the
moustache
;
we
know
that
Smith
of
the
luxurious
yacht
,
the
gorgeous
raiment
,
the
mysterious
mission
,
the
magic
disappearance
,
has
come
again
,
though
shorn
of
the
accessories
of
his
former
state
.
At
his
third
banana
,
the
man
with
the
nose
glasses
spat
it
from
him
with
a
shudder
.
"
Deuce
take
all
fruit
!
"
he
remarked
,
in
a
patrician
tone
of
disgust
.
"
I
lived
for
two
years
where
these
things
grow
.
The
memory
of
their
taste
lingers
with
you
.
The
oranges
are
not
so
bad
.
Just
see
if
you
can
gather
a
couple
of
them
,
O'Day
,
when
the
next
broken
crate
comes
up
.
"
