Before they entered he gave Mr.Sands a perfecto.

The latter, who knew a good cigar from smoking many bad ones, threw away the devastator and lighted Richard's.

He rolled it from one corner of his mouth to the other, sucked it tentatively, then passed the fire end beneath his nose after the manner of a connoisseur.

His experiments exhausted, he pronounced it a "corker." Richard conveyed Mr.Sands to his own apartments.

The front window was what Mr.Sands required.