"Farrell is improving. It was difficult at first to get a move
on a man of his stupidity, and I could only work on his one
sensitive nerve, which is cowardice. He has imagination enough
to be terrified of that which hides and doesn't declare itself
whether for good or evil.
"My own early experiments have, I admit, been amateurish. But I
shall acquire skill, and the appetite shall learn refinements,
to keep it in health. I don't think it was bad sport, on the
whole, to open with low comedy. It tickled me, anyhow, to watch
Farrell emerge from a sort of bathing-machine upon the _plage_,
moderately nude and quite unsuspicious--having given me that
artful slip in Paris--and, approaching the machine from the
rear, to insert his shirt-collar, with my card, into his
left-hand shoe.
"That was the first card I left on him. He was putting up at the
_Albion_--I had no need to search; for the local paper, of
course, prints a Visitors' List which it collects from the
hotels, and there my gentleman was, under his own name.
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