“What can you do?” asked Mathers in his abrupt way.
“I can draw,” said Steggles.
“What?”
“Devils.”
“Do one,” said Mathers.
He got a piece of Cambridge demi and a pen and ink. Then Steggles, evidently anxious to please, sat down, and did as good a devil as ever I saw. Nubby and I were greatly pleased.
“What else can you do?” said Mathers, as if such a power to draw devils wasn’t as much as you could expect from one chap.
“I can smoke.”
“Cigarettes? So can anybody.”
“No; a pipe.”