Evening star., 1937-09-19
~ A IHAT do you want to do?"
n said Trevvy.
At the moment there
didn't seem to be much


throng behind us in the direction of the street
High-powered lamps and cameras awaited us
and number of police were engaged in hold
ing the crowds back Cars were driving up,
lights flashing social bigwigs being photo
graphed, cars driving off, The bombilation of
London formed background to this charac-
teristic first night.
The play had been less than fair We were
hidden to reception behind stage-and the
prospect did not please.
Pressure from the rear was pushing us
nearer and nearer to the exit doors. Eager
glances of camera men became focused upon
the face of my companion. 1t was their busi-
ness to get pictures of celebrities on this night,
and here, if ever had been, was celebrity
Trevvy, in any assembly, automatically
becomes the centre of attraction OF course
man with name like Major Bernard de
Treville. V. c.. D. S. O., should quite properly
be considerable individual But Trevvy is
more than that He is the most distinguished
looking person have ever seen
i don't want to go backstage, Trevvy
Frankly, the play bored me; and it, always
so difficult to meet the cast under these cir
curnstances'
"1agree Hello! We're being photographer
Lights flashed, cameras clicked A great
murmur of voices went up: Who is it?''
Pathetic they shouldn't knowr' de Ire
vile murmred grasping my arm DO you
realize that we poor blokes who really try to
do things that matter mean nothing in the
eyes of the multitude? Of course, you know
whom they are waiting for?"
No"
Monty Delrose - the film actOfr'
Yes. it was an odd reflection My friend
had made it possible for Great Britain to con-
tinue to control the Khyber Pass, for which
he had received his D. S. O. But the crowd was
waiting to acclaim Monty Delrose!
You're bored" said Trevvy 1T is in
tolerable. for l brought you here tonight.
You shall not be bored. London seethes with
exciting things, things worthy of our mettle.
Follow, my friend - will show YOU"
Where are we going?"
ITO the Cafe Tmc, Solo,
Never heard of it.
'You are going to be surprised"
Notorieties and regular first-nighters were
being disgorged behind u.s. Many autograph
books we're thrust into the hands of my dis
tinguished friend. The manner in which he
declined to sign them would have graoed a
king; Trevvy's smile was worth twenty auto
graphs.
Once clear of the first night atmosphere and
plunged into the purlieus of Soho felt again
that Trevvy was in his right surroundings
Here were mysterious resorts frequented by
cOsmopolitans of more than dubious appear
anoe; little restaurants from which music pro-
ceeded and which were enjoying that tenn
porary prosperity which the Smart Set can
give; taxicabs pushing their way through the
narrow streets
Such was my mood that these seemed an
intrusion. Lacking the mechanical element,
with very little stretch of imagination, might
have supposed myself to be in the narrow
streets of Old Paris in the days of my friends
truculent ancestor. AS Trevvy hurried me
along: What is this Cafe Turc?" asked
The London headquarters of the Ana1ch-
istsr' he replied. Here extreme revolution
aries meet to discuss their schemes for upsetting
governments. You know" he grasped my
arm; he walks at such prodigious speed -
criminal investigators really have very
thin time. They have to wait for their cases.
l can flnd mystery by simply stepping out
OF my own door in Piccadilly, and accosting