Give me your thoughts to-day. Wear a little mourning for
the dead. It is all I ask of you."
"I should have done what you ask without the asking," I replied.
I kissed her hand, and went out into the street.
I had walked but a few blind steps when I became aware of the
presence and voice of Pasquale.
"Coming from Mrs. Mainwaring's? I am just on my way there to
restore her opera-glasses which I ran away with last night.
What's her number? I forget. I dropped in at Lingfield Terrace
to inquire, but found you had already started."
"Seventeen," I answered, mechanically.
"You are not looking well, my good friend," said he. "I hope
last night has not upset you. It's all bluff, you know, on the
part of the precious Hamdi."
"I dare say it was," I assented.
"And bluff on your part, too. I have never given your
imaginative faculties sufficient credit. It bowled Hamdi out
clean."
"Yes," said I. "It bowled him out clean."
"Serve him right," said Pasquale. "He's the wickedest old thief
unhung.
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