Good night.

Show Mr.
Fawe out, Jim." The Romany had not time to thrust back the cigars upon his host, and dazed by the strategy of the thing, by the superior force and mind of the man who a moment ago he would have killed, he took the box and turned towards the door, taking his hat dazedly from Jim.
At the door, however, catching sight of the sly grin on the mulatto servant's face, his rage and understanding returned to him, and he faced the masterful Gorgio once again.
"By God, I'll have none of it!" he exclaimed roughly and threw the box of cigars on the floor of the room.

Ingolby was not perturbed.

"Don't forget there's an east-bound train every day," he said menacingly, and turned his back as the door closed.
In another minute Jim entered the room.

"Get the clothes and the wig and things, Jim.