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Parker's honorary post
producing nothing tangible in the way of ready cash, he began to cast
about for some means of livelihood. They wre getting into debt once
more. Something must be done, he declared.
His portly presence, flushed countenance, briar pipe, knickerbockers
and white spats had already become a familiar object in the streets of
the town, when a terrible uproar at the Club--one of those periodical,
approximately monthly, rows at which the police, who hated meddling
with foreigners, were reluctantly compelled to intervene--suggested to
her that something might be done in that direction. She got him elected
President for that year, President for the next, the next, and the
next; in spite of the fact that, according to the rules, a new
President had to be elected every year. Who cared about rules? He was
the Commissioner! People were only too glad to have him there. In fact,
like Napoleon, he became a sort of Dictator.
He was now in his element. There were emoluments to be picked up
here--percentages, perquisites, and profits of all kinds.


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