I counted out the money. He receipted the bill and left me, seeming perfectly contented.
I dropped into a chair, too much puzzled to say a word.
Just then the door banged open wide, and in came my uncle, puffing and blowing with the exertion of climbing the stairs.
"Well, on what fool's errand have you brought me here——" he began; but suddenly I heard a shriek from the pigmy on the table. As I turned, he began beckoning—beckoning—beckoning, as if he were frantic.
I turned to look at my uncle.
He was gone.
Then I turned again to the little man on the table—What a sight met my eyes!
There stood upon the table the miniature image of my uncle, staring with wide-open eyes at the little figure of my guest.
For a moment they glared at each other—and then, before I could interfere, they were fighting for their lives.
It was over in a second.