He slowly and meditatively tore the letter in two, dropped one piece on the floor, thrust the other into a convenient gas-jet, and applied it to the tobacco.
'I'd get 'em 'gether in a heap, and I'd—Damn this pipe!'
He picked up the other half of the letter, and relighted the pipe.
'After you, mate,' said a man sitting near, who was just biting the end from a cigar.