"Why had I not tried the tobacco," he asked, "instead of taking a third cigar ?" For reply, I asked bitingly if that was not his third cigar.

He admitted it was, but said that he smoked more quickly than I did, as if that put his behavior in a more favorable light.

I smoked my third cigar very slowly, not because I wanted to put off the experiment; for, as every one must have noted, I was most anxious to try it, but just to see what would happen.

When Pettigrew had finished his cigar--and I thought he would never be done with it--he gazed at the garden tobacco for a time, and then took a pipe from the mantelpiece.

He held it first in one hand, then in the other, and then he brightened up and said he would clean his pipes.