"I'll lay a pippin he didn't send it."
"What, sir?"
"Lennox had a lot to say. It was gagging him. He would have suffocated if he had kept it in. The effect of getting it on black and white was an emetic. He read it over, judged it inadequate, tore it up. I have done the same thing. I daresay you have."
The great man sat back. "His scrap-basket has been visited. The letter was there."
"Well, then, I suppose the short and long of it is, you will have him out to-morrow."
"As I said, you may suppose all you like."
"Without indiscretion then, may I suppose that you live here alone?"
Dunwoodie flourished his handkerchief. It was cotton and big as a towel.
"I am not as young as you are, sir, and whether erroneously or not, I believe myself better informed."
"Ah!" Jones put in. "Your physiognomy corroborates you. I have sometimes thought that it were difficult for the Seven Sages to be as wise as you look—which is the reason, perhaps, why I do not quite follow you."