"You remember Kingsbury, of course?" he asked.
"Perfectly."
"And his friend Smith?"
"Certainly."
"I've a letter here from Kingsbury. He expects to be in Paris this autumn."
"I'd like to see him," said I, "but I'm going home before Autumn."
"Haven't you seen him in all these years?"
"Not once."
"And you never heard——"
"Oh, go on, Williams, and tell your story. I'm perfectly willing to listen. Cut out all that coy business and tear off a few page-proofs. Besides," I added, maliciously, "I know how it's done, now."