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 lish people did that. There's some English people got rooms near us on our floor, and they were havin' tea on their porch up there yesterday afternoon when I was tryin' to take a nap;—I didn't see 'em, but something must 'a' gone wrong, or it didn't come in time maybe. My glory! You'd 'a' thought they were being murdered. There was one tin-voiced old fellow—my soul! You could 'a' heard him cackling a half-a-mile!" He threw back his head and laughed noisily; then became somewhat more serious, as if doubtfully seeking information that must prove whimsical if true. "Tea! You like it, do you?"

"Certainly."

"Well, that's funny," Tinker said reflectively, and his seriousness increased. "Listen!" he said. "Ain't this the doggonedest place you ever did see? Look at that sewer where we met you this afternoon, for instance. Why, the United States army ought to come over here and clean it up! If we had a sink of iniquity and disease and dirt and crime like that right in the middle of my town, it'd last just about fifteen minutes! We went all through part of it after we left you, and our courier told us it was the best part. My soul and whiskers! He's a mighty nice man, though—for a foreigner. He's a full-blooded French-