The Card, a Story of Adventure in the Five Towns eBook

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Then, perceiving a massive open door of oak (the club-house had once been a pretty stately mansion), he passed through it, and saw a bar (with bottles) and a number of small tables and wicker chairs, and on one of the tables an example of the Staffordshire Signal displaying in vast letters the fearful question:—­“Is your skin troublesome?” Denry’s skin was troublesome; it crept.  He crossed the hall and went into another room which was placarded “Silence.”  And silence was.  And on a table with copies of The Potter’s World, The British Australasian, The Iron Trades Review, and the Golfers’ Annual, was a second copy of the Signal, again demanding of Denry in vast letters whether his skin was troublesome.  Evidently the reading-room.

He ascended the stairs and discovered a deserted billiard-room with two tables.  Though he had never played at billiards, he seized a cue, but when he touched them the balls gave such a resounding click in the hush of the chamber that he put the cue away instantly.  He noticed another door, curiously opened it, and started back at the sight of a small room, and eight middle-aged men, mostly hatted, playing cards in two groups.  They had the air of conspirators, but they were merely some of the finest solo-whist players in Bursley. (This was before bridge had quitted Pall Mall.) Among them was Mr Duncalf.  Denry shut the door quickly.  He felt like a wanderer in an enchanted castle who had suddenly come across something that ought not to be come across.  He returned to earth, and in the hall met a man in shirt-sleeves—­the Secretary and Steward, a nice, homely man, who said, in the accents of ancient friendship, though he had never spoken to Denry before:  “Is it Mr Machin?  Glad to see you, Mr Machin!  Come and have a drink with me, will you?  Give it a name.”  Saying which, the Secretary and Steward went behind the bar, and Denry imbibed a little whisky and much information.

“Anyhow, I’ve been!” he said to himself, going home.


The next night he made another visit to the club, about ten o’clock.  The reading-room, that haunt of learning, was as empty as ever; but the bar was full of men, smoke, and glasses.  It was so full that Denry’s arrival was scarcely observed.  However, the Secretary and Steward observed him, and soon he was chatting with a group at the bar, presided over by the Secretary and Steward’s shirt-sleeves.  He glanced around, and was satisfied.  It was a scene of dashing gaiety and worldliness that did not belie the club’s reputation.  Some of the most important men in Bursley were there.  Charles Fearns, the solicitor, who practised at Hanbridge, was arguing vivaciously in a corner.  Fearns lived at Bleakridge and belonged to the Bleakridge Club, and his presence at Hillport (two miles from Bleakridge) was a dramatic tribute to the prestige of Hillport’s Club.

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