. . . All of a sudden a young fellow walked out and shot
himself there, point-blank. Man who told me doesn't take any
interest in play--over from Mentone for the day, just to see
things.--Well, this young fellow, as I say, shot himself--put
revolver to his forehead--there on the steps. And by George,
sir, he was mopped up and into a sack within twenty seconds!
One porter ready with sack, another to help, third with sponge
to mop steps--stage clear almost before you could rub your eyes.
. . . I just tell it to you as it was told to me, and by a man
pretty far gone in consumption, so that you'd say he'd be
cautious about lying.'
"I lit another cigar. 'With so priceless a fool as this,' I said
to myself, 'you must not be in a hurry, John Foe.' Aloud I
said, 'I've no passion either, for this place. I wanted to see
it, and I've seen it. I'll knock in at your room at eight
o'clock, if that will suit you, and we'll discuss plans. For my
part, I had a mind to go back to Cannes and start for a ramble
among the Esterel.
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