"Put it away in cotton."
"Oh, I see. Well, put the match-box with it."
"I will."
"Have another cigar?"
"Thank you. I don't often have such a snap. Well, what is it, sir?"
"Oh, nothing."
"I thought you looked as if you wanted something from me."
"I? Not the least in the world."
Silence, then a lazy movement on the part of Sam which disturbed something on the table at which they were sitting. The small noise had the effect of eliciting another word from Sam.
"I thought your story had more to it when I heard it last. Didn't you say something about a small parcel which this mysterious man took out of his pocket before handing over his blouse?"