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Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips), 1866-1946

"An Amiable Charlatan"


We had been there perhaps half an hour when I saw a sudden change in his
demeanor, which was almost at once reflected in the serious expression
that had stolen into Mr. Parker's benign countenance. An old gentleman,
white-haired, with rubicund face and a jovial air, had taken the seat next
to them. He had the appearance of having come from the country and of
having spent a happy day in town. Even from where I sat I could see
protruding from his breast-pocket a brown leather pocketbook.
I watched them as though fascinated. The change in Mr. Moss was amazing.
His reckless air of enjoyment had departed. He was still smoking, but he
was all alert, like a cat ready to spring. Mr. Parker, too, was
interested. I saw him whisper something in Mr. Moss' ear and I felt a cold
foreboding of what was going to happen.
"I'm for a drink !" Mr. Moss declared in a rather loud tone. "Come on,
guv'nor!"
They both rose. The old gentleman drew in his legs to let them pass.
Though I watched with fixed eyes I was absolutely unable to follow their
movements, but when they had passed the old gentleman I could see from
where I sat that his pocketbook was gone.
"Did you see that?" I whispered to Eve.
She shook her head.


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