But I'm your man, wherever you'll do the
personally-conducting. I'm not wedded to this place. Only came
here because I understood it was fast, and I wanted to see.'
"'Where's your hotel?' I asked.
"'Grand Hotel, next door,' he answered. 'What' yours?'
"'The same,' said I. 'We'll meet at _dejeuner_--same table.
Twelve noon, if that suits.'
"'I don't know if you're wedded to this place--' said he.
"'Not one little bit,' I answered.
"'Inside there, for instance?'
"'You saw,' said I. 'I came out because I disliked the smell.'
"'And there's that pigeon-shooting. Goes on all day. I hate
taking life--even if I could--'
"'You've once before,' said I, 'suspected me of being careless
about the sufferings of animals; and you've, apologised.
Shall we call it off? I don't shoot pigeons anyway.'
"'Me either,' Farrell agreed heartily. 'I'm here for fresh air
and exercise. Don't mind confessing to you I've no great fancy
for this place. Man told me at dayjooney this morning he'd just
come in from sitting under the palms before the Casino entrance.
Pages:
182
183
184
185
186
187
188
189
190
191
192
193
194
195
196
197
198
199
200
201
202
203
204
205
206