Ath I'm rethponthible for it, I only wanted to know." "Did _you_ send it ?" asked Low, quickly fixing his eyes on his face.
"Well, not exactly _me_.

But it'th not worth making a mythtery of it.
Teretha gave me a commithion to buy it and thend it to you anonymouthly.

That'th a woman'th nonthenth, for how could thee get a retheipt for it ?" "Then it was _her_ present," said Low gloomily.
"Of courthe.

It wathn't mine, my boy.

I'd have thent you a Tharp'th rifle in plathe of that muthle loader you carry, or thomething thenthible.