"
"I will not, but I'll be serving her out the way she deserves."
"She has been acting all through," said Meldon, "in your interests,
though you can't see it; and you'll make a kind of dog Gelert of her if
you sack her now. You know all about the dog Gelert, I suppose, Doyle?"
"I do not," said Doyle, "and what's more I don't care if there was
fifty dogs in it. Sabina'll go. Dogs! What has dogs got to do with
Sabina and myself? It's not dogs I'm thinking of now."
"You evidently don't know anything about the dog I'm speaking of," said
Meldon. "He belonged to a Welsh king whose name at this moment I
forget. The king also happened to have a baby which slept, as many
babies do, in a cradle. You're listening to me, I suppose, Doyle?"
"I am not," said Doyle. "It's little good I, or any other body, would
get by listening to you. Sabina Gallagher listened to you, and look at
the way she is now. It's my belief that the less anybody listens to
you the better off he'll be."
"All the same, I expect you are listening," said Meldon. "In any case,
as I'm speaking distinctly, and you can't get away, you're bound to
hear, so I'll go on with the story.
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