He was not now of the Romany world, and he was not of the Gorgio world;
but here at last was the old thing come back to him in a new way, and his
bones rejoiced. He would entitle his daughter to her place among the
Gorgios. Perhaps also it would be given him, in the name of the law, to
deal with a man he hated.
"We've got Mister Marchand now," said Jowett softly to the old chieftain.
The Ry's eyes lighted and his jaw set. He did not speak, but his hands
clenched, opened and clenched again. Jowett saw and grinned.
"The Mayor and the law-boss'll win out, I guess," he said to himself.
CHAPTER XVII
THE MONSEIGNEUR AND THE NOMAD
Even more than Dr. Rockwell, Berry, the barber, was the most troubled man
in Lebanon on the day of the Orange funeral. Berry was a good example of
an unreasoning infatuation. The accident which had come to his idol, with
the certain fall of his fortunes, hit him so hard, that, for the first
time since he became a barber, his razor nipped the flesh of more than
one who sat in his red-upholstered chair.
In his position, Berry was likely to hear whatever gossip was going. Who
shall have perfect self-control with a giant bib under the chin, tipped
back on a chair that cannot be regulated, with a face covered by lather,
and two plantation fingers holding the nose? In these circumstances, with
much diplomacy, Berry corkscrewed his way into confidence, and when he
dipped a white cloth in bay-rum and eau-de-cologne, and laid it over the
face of the victim, with the finality of a satisfied inquisitor, it was
like giving the last smother to human individuality.
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