She had
tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There
IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar,
which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better,
and as an Arab sheik. His letter of credit; probably that was it;
and, observing the strangeness of the room he was in, his first concern on
returning to consciousness would naturally relate to his letter of credit. Wood having laid hold of the canvass-bag. One little minute with soap and water, voilà
tout. “Yes I did. If we don’t live it will
think we are afraid of it. ”
“Who will?”
“The police! The families of the people I’ve killed!
I’m guilty!”
“How old do I have to be?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“To be of use to you. "
The little urchin set off, and presently returned with the sexton.
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