"Aha!"
"Real Havanas!"
"They certainly smell good!"
"Swiped 'em off my brother-in-law, forty-five centers."
"I believe it. Say, what do you call 'em?"
"Invincibles."
The name threw a momentary chill over Stover, but he instantly recovered.
"I say, we ought to have a couple of hatpins," he said, turning the cigar in his fingers.
"What for?"
"Smoke 'em to the last puff!"