He's not gone, and
what's more he won't go."
"You told me this minute that he was gone. What on earth do you mean
by coming up here and pouring out lamentations in gallons about the
loss of your three pounds a week if he hasn't gone? What do you mean
by representing to me that the judge used bad language about his food
if he didn't? I don't see what you're at, Doyle; and, to be quite
candid, I don't think you know yourself. Go home and think the whole
business over, and I'll see you about it in the afternoon."
"Every word I told you is the truth."
"Either the judge is gone," said Meldon, "or he isn't gone. What do
you mean?"
"What I said was, that he isn't gone yet but he's going, without
something's done to stop him."
"That's the same thing," said Meldon, "for nothing will be done."
"But he'll not go from Ballymoy? Why would he when he has the fishing
took?"
"He'll have to go out of Ballymoy if he leaves your hotel. He may
think he'll get lodgings somewhere else, but he won't. Or he may
expect to find some other hotel, but there isn't one. If he has left
you it's the same thing as leaving Ballymoy."
"It is not," said Doyle, "and I'll tell you why it's not.
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