"Then what was it?"
"Why—it were a little figure like—gold he said it were, but brass I reckon. Ugly it were, but he says he's goin' to wear it on his watch-chain. Good night, sir."
He turned and departed, but:
"What kind of figure?" I called after him.
Out of the darkness his voice came back:
"A sort of a cat, sir."
And I heard his outlandish laughter dying away in the distance.