He produced from the inner pocket of his coat a large bundle of dirty papers.
“If monsieur will deign to look them over.”
But Mr. Greyne waved them away. What did he care for Certificates? Here was a guide to African frailty. That was sufficient. He was in a desperate mood, and uttered desperate words.
“Look here,” he said rapidly, “are you wicked?”
“Very wicked, monsieur.”
“Good!”
“Wicked, monsieur.”
“Right!”
“Wrong, monsieur.”
“I mean that it is good for me that you are wicked.”