“But he has gone? And you come to bed now?” inquired the Cuban.
Defoe, after a pause, said, “Yes; I might as well go to bed, I guess.”
The Voice behind the chair broke in:
“Tell your valet you will smoke another cigar before you retire.”
Defoe settled down again in the chair.
“You heard, Manuel?” he asked. “You see, my visitor says he wishes me to smoke another cigar.”
“But I see no visitor, senor,” said the Cuban.
“You heard what he said, though,” Defoe insisted.
“No, senor. I only hear you say he wish you to smoke another cigar,” explained the valet.
“Well, you ought to have your ears examined, Manuel. Get my box from the table and hand it to my visitor.”