"Now, my good sir," Mr. Pinto said, who really began to be affected
by the wine, "you understand the interest I have taken in you. I loved
Eliza ----" (of course I don't mention family names). "I knew you had
that box which belonged to her--I will give you what you like for that
box. Name your price at once, and I pay you on the spot."
"Why, when we came out, you said you had not sixpence in your pocket."
"Bah! give you anything you like--fifty--a hundred--a tausend pound."
"Come, come," said I, "the gold of the box may be worth nine guineas,
and the facon we will put at six more."
"One tausend guineas!" he screeched. "One tausend and fifty pound,
dere!" and he sank back in his chair--no, by the way, on his bench, for
he was sitting with his back to one of the partitions of the boxes, as I
dare say James remembers.
"DON'T go on in this way," I continued, rather weakly, for I did not
know whether I was in a dream. "If you offer me a thousand guineas for
this box I MUST take it. Mustn't I, dear gr-nny?"
The table most distinctly said, "Yes;" and putting out his claws to
seize the box, Mr. Pinto plunged his hooked nose into it, and eagerly
inhaled some of my 47 with a dash of Hardman.
"But stay, you old harpy!" I exclaimed, being now in a sort of rage, and
quite familiar with him. "Where is the money? Where is the check?"
"James, a piece of note-paper and a receipt stamp!"
"This is all mighty well, sir," I said, "but I don't know you; I never
saw you before. I will trouble you to hand me that box back again, or
give me a check with some known signature."
"Whose? Ha, Ha, HA!"
The room happened to be very dark. Indeed, all the waiters were gone to
supper, and there were only two gentlemen snoring in their respective
boxes. I saw a hand come quivering down from the ceiling--a very pretty
hand, on which was a ring with a coronet, with a lion rampant gules for
a crest. I SAW THAT HAND TAKE A DIP OF INK AND WRITE ACROSS THE PAPER.
Mr. Pinto, then, taking a gray receipt-stamp out of his blue leather
pocket-book, fastened it on to the paper by the usual process; and the
hand then wrote across the receipt-stamp, went across the table and
shook hands with Pinto, and then, as if waving him an adieu, vanished in
the direction of the ceiling.
There was the paper before me, wet with the ink. There was the pen
which THE HAND had used. Does anybody doubt me? I HAVE THAT PEN NOW. A
cedar-stick of a not uncommon
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