He saw now where the Turkey carpets and the photogravures and the Teofani cigarettes came from.
'A thousand pounds!'
Mr. Snyder stuck the revolver into a drawer.
'I'll think it over,' said Henry discreetly. 'How long shall you be in America?'
'Oh, about a couple of months!' And Mr. Snyder smiled brightly. Henry could not find a satisfactory explanation of the man's eternal jollity.
'Well, I'll think it over,' he said once more, very courteously. 'And I'm much obliged to you for giving me an interview.' And he took up Love in Babylon and departed.
It appeared to have been a futile and ludicrous encounter.