"They'll help you put more fancy still into
your playing. Good night. You never played better than you've done during
the last hour, I'll stake my life on that. Good night. Show Mr. Fawe out,
Jim."
The Romany had not time to thrust back the cigars upon his host, and
dazed by the strategy of the thing, by the superior force and mind of the
man who a moment ago he would have killed, he took the box and turned
towards the door, taking his hat dazedly from Jim.
At the door, however, catching sight of the sly grin on the mulatto
servant's face, his rage and understanding returned to him, and he faced
the masterful Gorgio once again.
"By God, I'll have none of it!" he exclaimed roughly and threw the box of
cigars on the floor of the room. Ingolby was not perturbed. "Don't forget
there's an east-bound train every day," he said menacingly, and turned
his back as the door closed.
In another minute Jim entered the room. "Get the clothes and the wig and
things, Jim. I must be off," he said.
"The toughs don't get going till about this time over at Manitou,"
responded Jim. Then he told his master about the clothes having been
exposed in the room when the Romany arrived. "But I don't think he seen
them," Jim added with approval of his own conduct.
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