Strathmore is here.

But I never felt sure of Strathmore.

Was there not less in him than met the eye?
His place, Whiteladies, was a home for kings and queens; but he was not the luxurious, magnanimous creature he feigned to be.

A host may be known by the cigars he keeps; and, though it is perhaps a startling thing to say, we have good reason for believing that Strathmore did not buy good cigars.

I question very much whether he had many Havanas, even of the second quality, at Whiteladies; if he had, he certainly kept them locked up.