Will you be Smythe on November the twentieth ?' "'Ye--as,' he replied; 'oh, yas--bound to be by then.' "'Very well, then,' I said, 'I'll call round for you at the Albany, and we'll go together.' "He rose and stood smoothing his hat with his sleeve.

'Fust time I've ever looked for'ard to bein' that hanimated corpse, Smythe,' he said slowly.

'Blowed if I don't try to 'urry it up--'pon my sivey I will.' "'He'll be no good to you till the twentieth,' I reminded him.

'And,' I added, as I stood up to ring the bell, 'you're sure it's a genuine case this time.

You won't be going back to 'Liza ?' "'Oh, don't talk 'bout 'Liza in the same breath with Hedith,' he replied, 'it sounds like sacrilege.' "He stood hesitating with the handle of the door in his hand.