"Quite so! quite so! I suppose it is all right?"
"All right? Jackson? What do you mean?"
"In going on as we are going on we're doing nothing wrong, running no unwise risks, or that kind of thing?" As I had been putting a similar inquiry to myself I was without an answer. When I turned away he broke out, in agitated accents, "Short, I've come to warn you!"
"To warn me, Jackson?"
"Whatever you do, don't ride in a cab drawn by a white horse."
"Why?"
"Don't ask me, but don't! Don't walk under a ladder when there's a red-haired woman looking on."
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't take the last piece of bread and butter off a plate."
"I never did such a thing in my life."