"There won't be any," said I. "You've lost the seat: that's all.
. . . Now stay quiet while I sign a paper or two."
Jimmy (redeemed) and I together packed Mr. Farrell into his taxi.
Mr. Samuel Hicks, driver and expert, threw an eye over him as we
helped him in and wrapped him in rugs. "There's going to be no
trouble with this fare," said Mr. Hicks, as he pocketed his
payment-in-advance. "Nigh upon two o'clock in the morning and no
more trouble than a lamb in cold storage."
NIGHT THE FIFTH.
ADVENTURE OF THE "CATALAFINA": MR. JAMES COLLINGWOOD'S NARRATIVE.
"Well now," I asked, as my taxi bore us homeward, "what have you to
say about all this?"
"I say," answered Jimmy with sententiousness, after a pause, "that
you should never take three glasses of champagne on an empty
stomach."
"I don't," said I.
"Nor do I," said Jimmy. "I took five, on Farrell's three . . .
eight glasses to the bottle. It was a Christian act, because I saw
that was he exceeding. But he insisted on ordering two bottles: so
it was all thrown away."
"What was thrown away?"
"The Christian act.
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