Mervin

Stations whirled by, Mervin leant out of the window to read their names, but was never successful.

Silent and watchful the athletic Mervin smoked his big cigar, while, patient and imperturbable, the iron Hewson chewed stolidly.

Mr. Mervin Brown would be exceedingly obliged if you would come round to Downing Street to see him at once.

"Mr. Mervin Brown has at least the virtue of knowing his own mind," Nigel replied dryly.