** Count Bolo" 197 



when that ran short he would turn it up altogether. 

 As to practical jokes, he seemed to live for them. 

 Even Jack Coney — and he was also fond of such 

 games — had to play second fiddle. I have myself 

 heard Coney say : " I always give way to Bolo." 



One day Fordham, Bolo, and myself were walk- 

 ing up Regent Street. All at once Bolo saw some- 

 one walking down the same side we were on at about 

 five miles an hour, apparently in a great hurry. 

 The Count slipped back thirty or forty yards, and 

 met this long lean gentleman, who was about six 

 feet high — Bolo was a little smart fellow — and im- 

 mediately he went up to him, caught hold of his 

 hand, shook it, and told him he didn't know how to 

 thank him. The gentleman was evidently pressed 

 for time, and informed him that he had made a 

 mistake, and had the advantage of him. Bolo, 

 however, would not be denied. He said, still keep- 

 ing hold of his hand : 



" I shall never forget or be able to repay you for 

 the good your pills have done me. I know you ; 

 your name is Hollo way, and I am aware that you 

 don't want everybody to recognise you." 



The man assured him his name was not Holloway, 

 but Bolo detained him nearly five minutes before 

 departing. I feel certain the gentleman did not 



