“Clumsy fool,” he said. “You have hurt me. Go.”
The girl became very white and began to gather up the articles upon the table. “I am sorry,” she said, “but—”
“I do not wish you to speak,” continued the musical voice; “only to go.”
Hurriedly collecting the remainder of the implements and placing them in an attache case, the manicurist hurried from the room. Her eyes were overbright and her lips pathetically tremulous. Ormuz Khan never glanced in her direction again, but resumed his disconcerting survey of Parker. “Yes?” he said.
Parker bumblingly began to remove the lid of the cardboard box which he had brought with him.
“I do not wish you to alter the shoes you have made,” said his excellency. “I instructed you to remeasure my foot in order that you might make a pair to fit.”
“Yes, sir,” said Parker. “Quite so, your excellency.” And he dropped the box and the shoes upon the floor. “Just a moment, sir?”
From an inner pocket he drew out a large sheet of white paper, a pencil, and a tape measure. “Will you place your foot upon this sheet of paper, sir?”
Ormuz Khan raised his right foot listlessly.
“Slipper off, please, sir.”