He opened a corner cupboard and produced various boxes.
"The cigars are genuine Havanas," he said.

"A birthday present from a maiden aunt, who is wise enough to judge the quality of tobacco by the price.

Here, too, are Virginian, Turkish and Egyptian cigarettes." Winter inspected the cigars gravely.
"By Jove!" he cried, his big eyes bulging in joyous surprise.

"Last year's crop from the Don Juan y Guerrero plantation.

Treasure that aunt of yours, Mr.Theydon.None but herself can be her equal." Theydon saw that the little man did not follow his chief's example.
"Don't you smoke ?" he said.
"No, but if you'll not be horrified, I would like to smell one of those Turks." "Smell it ?" "Yes.