The two men went along some
tortuous passages and up a dark staircase and came to a secluded room where one
of the stewards was uncorking bottles for a few gentlemen. One of these
gentlemen was Mr O'Madden Burke, who had found out the room by instinct. He was
a suave, elderly man who balanced his imposing body, when at rest, upon a large
silk umbrella. His magniloquent western name was the moral umbrella upon which
he balanced the fine problem of his finances. He was widely respected.
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