'
'This is perfectly satisfactory to me,' Mr Sampson Levi said, after a
pause.
'I only wanted an explanation, and I've got it. I was told by some
pals of mine in the City I might rely on Mr Theodore Racksole
going straight to the point, and I'm glad they were right. Now as to
that feller Jules, I shall make my own inquiries as to him. Might I
ask you why you dismissed him?'
'I don't know why I dismissed him.'
'You don't know? Oh! come now! I'm only asking because I
thought you might be able to give me a hint why he turned up
uninvited at my ball. Sorry if I'm too inquisitive.'
'Not at all, Mr Levi; but I really don't know. I only sort of felt that
he was a suspicious character. I dismissed him on instinct, as it
were. See?'
Without answering this question Mr Levi asked another. 'If this
Jules is such a well-known person,' he said, 'how could the feller
hope to come to my ball without being recognized?'
'Give it up,' said Racksole promptly.
'Well, I'll be moving on,' was Mr Sampson Levi's next remark.
'Good day, and thank ye. I suppose you aren't doing anything in
Kaffirs?'
Mr Racksole smiled a negative.
'I thought not,' said Levi. Well, I never touch American rails
myself, and so I reckon we sha'n't come across each other. Good
day.'
'Good day,' said Racksole politely, following Mr Sampson Levi to
the door.
With his hand on the handle of the door, Mr Levi stopped, and,
gazing at Theodore Racksole with a shrewd, quizzical expression,
remarked:
'Strange things been going on here lately, eh?'
The two men looked very hard at each other for several seconds.
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