“I’ll tell you to-night,” his mother had replied. And after dinner she fulfilled her promise.
“You’ll see Mr. Leith to-morrow,” she said.
“Well, I should rather think so!” returned Jimmy, in an injured voice. “Where is he?”
“He’s living in rooms in the house of a Greek not far from here.”
“I thought he was in the hotel. I say, mater, can’t I have a cigarette just for once?”
“Yes, you may, just for once.”
Jimmy approached the cigarette box with the air of a nonchalant conqueror. As he opened it with an apparently practised forefinger he remarked:
“Well, mater?”
“He’s left the hotel. You know, Jimmy, Mr. Leith has had great misfortunes.”
Jimmy had heard of the gun accident and its terrible result, and he now looked very grave.