He's coming in spite of you."
"My plan will be all right," said Meldon, "if he doesn't stay; and I
think he won't stay."
"He doesn't seem to mind drains a bit; and he'll mind them less when he
sees them. They're bad, of course; but they're not near so bad as you
made out. I don't expect a man that age will catch anything."
"I'm not now relying on the drains," said Meldon. "I quite give in
that they've failed. I'm on my way back to make other arrangements
which will have him out of Ballymoy in twenty-four hours."
"You mean the chloride of lime in his bedroom."
"That and other things. I'm convinced that we run a grave risk every
hour he spends in Ballymoy, and so I shall naturally take pretty strong
measures to get him out."
"Don't mix me up in them if you can help it. I backed you up about the
drains, but for a man in my position it doesn't do to go too far,
especially with a judge."
"All you have to do," said Meldon, "is to supply the chloride of lime
and the Condy's Fluid. I shan't ask you to do anything else. You
can't complain about a trifle like that. Most men would do a great
deal more in order to get rid of Simpkins.
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